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My heart was never made of marble |
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I do not have what it demands |
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To watch my life just flowing by |
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Like sand flows thru my hands |
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There'll be nothing left |
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No more love and no more tears |
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My heart will turn to stone |
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Nothing left but tainted years |
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I can't recount how often |
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My heart was dragged thru hell |
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But why give it to anyone? |
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I cannot say as well |
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My heart was never made of stone |
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I bear it open |
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Wide and clear |
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I cannot mute my hearts calling |
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As it starts bleeding with your name |
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My heart was never made of stone |
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I bear it open |
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Wide and clear |
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And pieces of it will be broken |
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As they disappear |
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All I can do is live on |
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It will always stay the same |
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I cannot mute my hearts calling |
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It starts bleeding with your name |
