would someone break my heart again,
so it can mend the right way next time?
somewhere underneath my skin
you’ll find a long and crooked fault line,
so break my heart, won’t you break my heart again?..
at the end of one more day
we wonder where the time has fled to,
and all the well-laid plans I made
have turned up missing, so I ask you
to break my heart, won’t you break my heart again,
so that I can see what I used to see,
find my way through all this static,
so that I can be more like I used to be,
back when joy was automatic, automatic..
so break my heart, won’t you break my heart again,
so that I can see what I used to see,
find my way through all this static,
so that I can be more like I used to be,
back when joy was automatic, automatic…
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