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she says too much when she sleepwalks around her hips are a warm sarcophagus she's so sadistic when she's sobering up self-destructive and sexy when the weather's hot oh and i want her to know that my heart ain't carved of stone oh and i want her to know that my heart is on the road she fences heartbreak across the border and builds a better bird house out of bone she laughs when the main protagonist's family dies but i wouldn't trust her when she cries at night oh and i want her to know that my heart ain't carved of stone oh and i want her to know that my heart is on the road yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah god this is way too good gut-shot and left in the desert to die yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah god this is way too good gut-shot and left in the desert to dry and i want her to know that my heart ain't carved of stone and i want her to know that my heart ain't carved of bone and i want her to know that my heart ain't a bar of soap and i want her to know that my heart is just as cold why do we do, the things we do even though we know, we are why should i say, what's already been said better, one hundred times before it's so lovely when the worlds collide and the ship spins out of control it's so lovely when the worlds collide and the ship spins out of control why do we do the things we do even though we know we are why should i say what's already been said better, by someone else |
