| Little stitches, silver needle, golden thread
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| You can fix it, you can bandage it
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| But it breaks, like a bone can
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| When you kiss me with your eyes open
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| I hope you don’t come back
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| My heart has a skyline, I see it on a screen
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| And it’s red as a bloodline, my heart is a machine
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| Little wires coming from my body
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| It’s a sick love, it’s a sweet injury
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| But it hurts when you touch me
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| Nothing stirs, nothing works
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| I hope you don’t come back
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| My heart has a skyline, I see it on a screen
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| And it’s red as a bloodline, my heart is a machine
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| My heart has a skyline, I see it on a screen
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| And it’s red as a bloodline, my heart is a machine
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| Oh, how I live in my poor head
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| All on my own, in a cold bed
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| But my heart has a skyline, I see it on a screen
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| And it’s red as a bloodline, my heart is a machine
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| My heart has a skyline, I see it on a screen
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| And it’s red as a bloodline, my heart is a machine
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| My heart has a skyline |