| Artificial heart, baby.
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| Artificial heart, baby.
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| Must’ve had a broken heart before,
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| And found a way to fix it By borrowing a love from other hearts
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| And never giving any back.
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| Your father must’ve been a real strong cutter
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| And he molded you in his image,
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| But you’re just a chip off a hardened heart,
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| A heart with no feeling.
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| So I ask of you-- Love me, love me.
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| Touch and kiss and hold me like you want me,
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| But it’s dead.
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| You’re just a man with an artificial heart.
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| Artificial heart, baby.
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| Artificial heart, baby. |
| Baby, baby.
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| Must’ve been a lonely heart to start with,
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| To be so cold.
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| Artificial hearts cannot be broken.
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| You can never love anyone.
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| How can you expect someone to give love
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| When they’re never receiving.
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| Every person has a breaking point,
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| A point of no return.
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| So I ask of you--Love me, love me.
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| Touch and kiss and hold me like you want me,
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| But it’s dead.
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| You’re just a man with an artficial heart.
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| Artificial heart, baby.
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| Artificial heart, baby.
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| So I ask of you--Love me, love me.
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| Touch and kiss and hold me like you want me,
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| But it’s dead.
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| You’re just a man with an artificial heart.
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| Love me, love me.
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| Touch and kiss and hold me like you want me,
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| But it’s dead.
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| You’re just a man with an artificial heart.
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| Artificial heart, baby.
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| Artificial heart, baby. |
| Baby, baby, baby.
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| Now beat for me.
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| Artificial, artificial,
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| Artificial heart, baby.
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| Artificial, artificial, |