how can I stop this stubborn heart
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from pumping blood to whatĄŻs left of you in me
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canĄŻt you see that IĄŻm growing weak
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and your memoryĄŻs a leech
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the temperature of your voice
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fires my fever to keep me from the cold
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of losing you...IĄŻm losing you
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but you look so beautiful in this hospital bed
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of what we said would never end
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and I know itĄŻs pitiful but this medicine
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says IĄŻll never feel again
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but IĄŻll still monitor your heart rate
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to calculate your health
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even when itĄŻs keeping me from sleeping
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because itĄŻs beating for someone else
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well, if bitter is all I can be, IĄŻd rather not be at all
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The Sickness Of Your Memory
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| As Cities Burn |