| With wondering eyes of blue
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| She turns to me To tell me sweet nothings
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| And that’s what they were worth
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| I’d cut myself, into peices, for her
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| Ready to give, all I can give
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| On your mark, just to, show her my heart
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| Still beating and bleeding from
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| The last time, that she, tore me apart
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| Why won’t you let up
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| I’m taking it back
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| Bearly alive
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| Bearly able to breath
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| Just enough to whisper goodbye
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| I can’t afford one more try
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| On your sleeve, my heart will die
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| Watering eyes and choking speech
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| Look at what youve done to me
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| A beating heart is only worth so much
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| A bleeding heart, from your, careless touch
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| With wondering eyes of blue
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| She turns to whisper sweet nothings
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| The smile on your lips
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| And the worth of words
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| That may have been true
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| With wondering eyes of blue
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| She turns to whisper sweet nothings
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| But in the end
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| All along were always meant for you |