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Somewhere in the back of my head something tells me that you're a part of me and that there's a piece of wood with your name on it nailed to my heart, and that if I touch it it will bleed, but that if I let it heal, that once the scab goes away I will have the best scar that I have ever had. |
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Will the stars burst above my eyes tonight? Or will they wait until you can see them? Will they spin around inside my head making me dizzy while images of you flash on by and somewhere in the back of my head something tells me that you're a part of me and that there's a piece of wood with your name on it nailed to my heart, and that if I touch it it will bleed, but that if I let it heal, that once the scab goes away I will have the best scar that I have ever had. |