| You’ve got my lost brother’s soul
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| My dear mother’s eyes
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| A brown horse’s mane
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| And my uncle’s name
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| You walked me down 14th Street
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| For the doctor to meet after thoughts of the grave
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| In the home of the brave and of the weak
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| But why’d you have to break all my heart
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| Couldn’t you have saved a little bit of it?
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| Why’d you have to break all my heart?
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| Couldn’t you have saved a minor part?
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| I could have clipped and saved and planted in the garden
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| Damn you guess I’ll have to get a new one
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| I’d love to sit and watch you drink
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| With the reins to the world, gripping a smoke
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| Vaguely missing link
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| Don’t ever change you hungry little bashful hound
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| I got the sheep, poor little Bo Peep
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| Has lost and filed for grounds
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| But why’d you have to break all my heart
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| I could have ripped apart and thrown into the river
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| Wonder if there’s hearts that will deliver
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| Don’t ever change, don’t ever worry
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| Because I’m coming back home tomorrow
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| To 14th Street where I won’t hurry
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| And where I’ll learn how to save, not just borrow
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| And they’ll be rainbows and we will finally know |