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Disarm hurts I pulled a muscle
Damned if I can find a cure
Legs a wobbling when I walk
Heart is broken minds a blur
Lucid I are in a memory
Day seems cloudy when I talk
When the one thats broke is mended
Pockets full of nothing more
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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