| This is how my heart heard
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| That little thing in tears, they call the truth
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| It said, «Be done with her, she’s done with you»
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| This is how my heart heard
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| This is how my arms burn
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| That used to hold her tight until the dawn
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| And now they weep to find that she is gone
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| This is how my heart heard
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| I forgot the taste of fears
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| And how they haunt the lips you’re kissing
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| And how the song could waste its tears
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| On someone who is missing
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| And how I shed such tears but never cry
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| This is how I want her
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| And how I kiss her lips and taste goodbye
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| This is how I want her
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| I forgot the taste of fears
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| And how they haunt the lips you’re kissing
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| And how love’s just a waste of tears
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| On someone who is missing
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| This is how I want her
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| And how I shed such tears but never cry
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| And how I tasted lips that kissed goodbye
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| This is how my heart heard
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| This is how my heart heard
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| This is how my heart heard |