| There’s a place on your neck that I covet
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| Over which there are wars won and lost
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| And the smile on your face how I love it
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| Oh I treasure almost everything you’ve got
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| But that’s not nearly enough
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| To bargain with my love
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| No they’re not worth the pieces of
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| My broken heart
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| There’s a place in my head where you wander
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| And there are clouded scenes of the past
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| I must say these are dreams I am fond of
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| Since our present is so sorry in contrast
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| But that’s not nearly enough
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| To bargain with my love
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| No they’re not worth the pieces of
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| My broken heart
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| So please don’t ask to stay
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| No please don’t ask to stay
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| 'Cause you’re not nearly enough
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| To bargain with my love
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| No you’re not worth the pieces of
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| My broken heart |