She's driving these nails of restless anti-submission into a head
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full of the naive light of day
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and then bury this ax with my name into the belly of the never ending stay
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the torment refuses to lift off the ground
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and the contradictions don't make a sound
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until they're all just screaming at her
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So take my heart and make it yours
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this is the last thing I have left to give to you
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So take my heart
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I'm not doing anything with it, and I'm tired of being alive
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It won't go on separated by a chasm of denial
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someone is only one to us and maybe she will finally come to me
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invitations written in violet over pale thin wrists
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So we pretend we're so far apart when we're really arm in arm
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she won't look at me
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she feels my heartbeat the lips, the arms, the embrace
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and the things she whispers in my ear
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the letters mailed across the ocean
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So take my heart and make it yours
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this is the last thing I will ever give to you
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So take my heart
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I'm not doing anything with it and I'm tired of being alive
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Then the eyes roll back
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cast out by the gleaming lights
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she was playing make believe
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she was putting these scars on our hearts scars,
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hearts, putting scars on our hearts
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Shimmering sweat for the swollen shame that squeezes my lack of a stomach
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I wish I was everything that you wanted when the plane took off
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she didn't realize there was an absolute selfishness
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wrapping strangling hands around her pale neck
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to choke an adolescent out of her
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and I started to weep as the glass just broke into so many shards around her
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and I cried and walked in a circle behind her a million miles away my love,
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my heart, where are the words to say?
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because I am so tired, I am so tired today my love,
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my heart where are the words to say?
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Because I am exhausted, I am so tired today
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My Heart Is Yours
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