| Someone carved you out of ivory
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| Or some porcelain or brass
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| Then they looked upon your face
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| And they knew they’d done their task
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| So they tore their tools to pieces
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| Laid em underneath the grass
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| There won’t be another like you
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| I don’t even have to ask
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| I stumbled on you sitting on a bench beside the bank
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| Of the river where the dam was
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| Before the old town went and sank
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| Said I’d be grateful just to sit, could you spare a little plank
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| You said «I found it when I got here so you aint got me to thank
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| That’s a love that
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| Can’t be broken
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| That’s the sting of a
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| Heart cut open
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| That’s the thing about
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| Blind devotion
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| That’s a love
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| That can’t be broken
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| A love that cant be broken
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| I can sing the lead and you can sing the harmony
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| We can play out on the porch
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| And let it blow off in the breeze
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| We can listen as it lingers through the leaves left on the trees
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| We can stay out till the sun comes rising up from in the east
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| Cause we lived in the city now we live along the shore
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| We looked twice before we left but we don’t look back no more
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| We fell sick for one another, may we never find the cure
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| You can handle my best easy, I can try to handle yours
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| That’s a love that
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| Can’t be broken
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| That’s the sting of a
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| Heart cut open
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| That’s the thing about
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| Blind devotion
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| That’s a love that
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| Can’t be broken
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| It’s the way you stay
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| right by my side
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| It’s the
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| Way you lay
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| Your lips on mine
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| You’re the rarest thing
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| Ill ever find
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| My love |