Will someone please call a surgeon
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Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
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That your're deserting for better company?
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I can't accept that it's over...
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I will block the door like a goalie tending the net
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In the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry
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So just say how to make it right
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And i swear i'll do my best to comply
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Tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better
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Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together
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I feel must interject here you're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself
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With these revisions and gaps in history
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So let me help you remember.
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I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear.
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I've prepared a lecture on why i have to leave
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So please back away and let me go
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I can't my darling i love you so...
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Tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better
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Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together
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Don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future
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Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures
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I admit that i have made mistakes and i swear
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I'll never wrong you again
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You've got a lure i can't deny,
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But you've had your chance so say goodbye
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Say goodbye
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Nothing Better
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| The Postal Service |
