You must be broken
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By a thousand ways of wasting time
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Get to the point
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And off a hundred lines a week
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No need to change my mind
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A cleaner shade of thinking time
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But I seem to act more than I act upon most things.
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[Chorus]
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Do you ever wonder
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How hard you hit?
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You broke my thunder
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Do you ever wonder
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How hard you hit?
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You broke my thunder
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God made this night for me, a silly devil in my talking
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Romantic company for walking. Over and out...Over and out...
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This year is the year I want to be, that silly devil in me talking
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Romantic company for walking. Over and out...Over and out...
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[Repeat Chorus]
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I'm cramped and crawling from under the dead
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I'm sick of living without you in bed
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I've made mistakes that I wrote... That I read...
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But now I just can't seem to be preoccupied
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The heart was tossed with a black lace chain
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With these hands that I write with
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And the ode that I live by...
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I will never be with you.
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A scar was sewn
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A drop of blood was saved for making wine
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Still no repent
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On how you crumble when I shake
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A mental jaw was used
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To pry me from this wrecking bond
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The sad detail is all the promises I make.
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[Repeat Chorus]
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Conversation Via Radio
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| Blue October |
