| Well its one thing to be broke
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| And another thing to be broken
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| I will miss you when I’m drowning
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| Said the rain to the ocean
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| The one thing she is is gone
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| The other thing she is is gone
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| This is the one about countinig out
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| The corners of my room
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| Trying to hold on
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| Let me show you what the heart looks like when it’s hot
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| In bed when your back was folded
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| Neatly between my shoulders
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| Like an envelope and a letter
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| And even I could tell the truth
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| Well it gave me a private storm
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| So I broke up into thirds in your pasture
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| Now I’m tracing this brutal longing
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| It’s a trick that I just can’t master
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| The night has no concern
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| For my moments so they just burn
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| In a fire that looks like dullness
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| In a pyre that sucks up the darkness
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| There is nothing profound about thirst
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| It’s the nothing part that cuts the worst
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| And the Morse Code rain with it’s relentless message:
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| «Fool you’re not the first» |