This beating heart is yours to break.
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Take your sacrifical knife and cut.
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This lamb was born to slaughter
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but I'm lying on your altar,
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stilll I stare at you
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with big brown sheepy eyes.
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I'd like to blow a kiss goodbye.
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Can you help me?
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But you pulled away...
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So I kicked away my chains and
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threw a line out to the crowd
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shouting "Pull me in, please take me in..."
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I'll try to understand.
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I'll keep my questions in a can
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and my hands inside my pocket -
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if you like you can lock it.
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I won't look you in the eye -
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will you help me?
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But they pulled away...
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And now I'm floating in a box without a window
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so I try leaning on the wall but it crumbles.
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So I stumble to the floor but it liquifies,
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transforms itself into nothing.
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I want nothing.
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Is that so very much to ask?
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But she pulls away....
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Crying From Outside
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The Tear Garden |