| A wishbone hangs between your breasts
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| I hope you haven’t pulled it yet
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| And if this little finger doesn’t have the strength
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| Then I’m scared that this bird’s back bone breaks
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| It’s only hope that springs eternal
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| And that’s the reason why
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| This dripping from my broken heart
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| Is never running dry
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| I wear a ring of your lipstick
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| Around the knuckle of my fourth digit
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| It reminds me what our bodies sowed
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| It will do until we are betrothed
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| It’s only hope that springs eternal
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| And that’s the reason why
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| This dripping from my broken heart
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| Is never running dry
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| Never running dry
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| The space between your navel
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| And your waistband was the ice
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| Where two fingers pirouette
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| But now these hang nails, they just slice
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| It’s only hope that springs eternal
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| And that’s the reason why
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| This dripping from my broken heart
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| Is never running dry
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| Never running dry
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| Your tongue, the tide, your lips, the shore
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| I am the jetsam overboard, goodbye courage
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| I christen all the ships that sailed
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| On your little kisses' saliva trails
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| Goodbye courage, hello sadness, again
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| Little kisses come to pass, then
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| Goodbye courage, hello sadness
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| It’s hope that springs eternal
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| And that’s the reason why
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| This dripping from my broken heart
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| Is never running dry
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| It’s hope that springs eternal
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| And that’s the reason why
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| My broken heart is never running dry
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| Now that those four fingers gone
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| You leave me only with my thumb
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| That constantly is pointing down
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| The emperor bears teeth not frown
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| It’s only hope that springs eternal
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| And that’s the reason why
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| This dripping from my broken heart
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| Is never running dry
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| Never running dry |