Broken Thread
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Waking early I hear myself breathing
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Covered up in my hand me down hand me down
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Hiding under my patchwork freezing
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With my wedding dress calling me, calling me
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I dress myself in dis-function
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Do I drown you in sympathy, sympathy
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You could be my winter messiah
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Scarred around and around me....around me
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Cause im stiched up like an angel chord, I'm fixed up
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They try to run and hide somehere in there defense
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And now want to hand me down again.....
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On a broken thread
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On a broken thread
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I choose to set you on fire
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No-more wearing and tearing me, tearing me
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Your still my only desire
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And now it seems like your leaving me, freeing me, healing me.
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Cause im stiched up like an angel chord, I'm fixed up
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They try to run and hide somehere in there defense
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And now want to hand me down again.....
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They try to run and hide somehere in there defense
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And now want to hand me down again.....
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On a broken thread
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On a broken thread
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On a broken thread
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On a broken thread
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On a broken thread
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Broken Thread
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| Natalie Imbruglia |
