Somewhere under water maybe you could find my heart
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'Cause that's where I threw it after you had torn it out
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Three days ago
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The doctor told me, "Every skyline and every night spent alone
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Are tearing you apart."
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Maybe I should get some help
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Maybe I should fly out to Montana
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I've heard it's quite quiet way out past the electric lines
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Out where no one will ever know my name
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Oh, I've had it now
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I'm walking down to your house
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I'm banging on the door
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Please, please, please, Mr. Hox
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Won't you tell your daughter I'm all alone
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And I'm not handling this well
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You never know just what you have
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Until you get it yanked out of your chest
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Well that's it
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I'm walking to the water
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I'm standing on the bank
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I'm staring at my reflection
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Oh my god, I look pathetic tonight
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Well, guess what
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I'm diving in this river
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And I'm fishing out my heart
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And I'm never gonna let you get your hands on this again.
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Holly Hox, Forget Me Nots
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Saves The Day |