I drew a picture of you
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You and your anchor tattoo
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And saw the face that I knew
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Covered in shame
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You drew a bird that was here
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A kind of sweet chanticleer
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But with a terrible fear
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That the cage couldn't tame
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That's how I knew this story would break my heart
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When you wrote it
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That's how I knew this story would break my heart
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So, like a ghost in the snow
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I'm getting ready to go
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'Cause baby, that's all I know ?
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How to open the door
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And though the exit is crude
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It saves me coming unglued
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For when you're not in the mood
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For the gloves and the canvas floor
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That's how I knew this story would break my heart
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When you wrote it
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That's how I knew this story would break my heart
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That's how I knew this story would break my heart
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When you wrote it
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That's how I knew this story would break my heart
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That's How I Knew This Story Would Break My Heart
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Aimee Mann |