| We get caught up in the purpose
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| Whenever we’re together
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| And we never have a reason
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| Say things that stay forever
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| But you look pretty with no makeup
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| So I say something clever
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| Then you strap me to the table
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| Where I have been for forever
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| Operation Me
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| Don’t think I’m able
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| I’m changing my flight now
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| I’m strapped to the table
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| Just put me to sleep
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| Using your tweezers
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| To pull out my broken heart
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| To pluck at my feelings
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| Operation Me
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| Do we really need a reason
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| To tear ourselves apart we’re
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| Never picking up the pieces
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| Both our broken hearts but
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| I feel lucky your a surgeon
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| Could put me back together
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| Here, strap me to the table
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| Where I have been for forever
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| Operation Me
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| Don’t think I’m able
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| I’m changing my flight now
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| I’m strapped to the table
|
| Just put me to sleep
|
| Using your tweezers
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| To pull out my broken heart
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| To pluck at my feelings
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| Operation Me
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| Operation Me
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| Don’t think I’m able
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| I’m changing my flight now
|
| I’m strapped to the table
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| Just put me to sleep
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| Using your tweezers
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| To pull out my broken heart
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| To pluck at my feelings
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| Operation Me
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| With impeccable precision you removed the butterflies
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| Just put me to sleep
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| Using your tweezers
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| To pull out my broken heart
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| To pluck at my feelings
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| Operation Me |