| Will someone please call a surgeon
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| Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
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| That you’re deserting for better company
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| I can’t accept that it’s over
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| And I will block the door like a goalie tending the net
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| In the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry
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| So, just say how to make it right
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| And I swear I’ll do my best to comply
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| Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better
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| Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together?
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| I feel must I interject here
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| You’re getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself
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| With these revisions and gaps in history
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| So let me help you remember
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| I’ve made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear
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| I’ve prepared a lecture on why I have to leave
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| So please back away and let me go
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| I can’t my darling I love you so but oh, oh
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| Tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better
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| Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together?
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| Don’t you feed me lines about some idealistic future
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| Your heart won’t heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures
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| I know that I have made mistakes
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| And I swear I’ll never wrong you again
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| You’ve got allure I can’t deny
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| But you’ve had your chance so say goodbye
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| Say goodbye |