| And place them on your heart
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| So when it breaks
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| They’ll all fall in
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| Take your jealous words
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| And place them at the top of your list
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| They stand for that which you’d like to be
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| Oh, your voice
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| Was in a box
|
| And I would turn the key
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| Just to hear you talk
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| Take your broken words
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| And place them in the palm of your hand
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| Piece them back to together again
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| They’re on the mend
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| Take your angered words
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| And feel them through and through
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| That way they don’t murder you
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| Oh, in the end
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| Oh, your voice
|
| Was in a box
|
| And I would turn the key
|
| Just to hear you talk
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| Take your broken words
|
| And place them on your heart
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| So when it breaks, they’ll all fall in |