Laid out on the rug like an old dead dog
That separates the darkness
And blindly masquerades you in the fog
And those tracks on the lines
And the clutter it brings
Just as long as my words
They fall soft on your delicate wings
Then maybe somewhere down the line
You'll find your place in time
Then maybe somewhere down the line
You'll find your place in time
And its cold old loving loving
That keeps my heart
It keeps my heart
And its old old loving loving
That shatters my heart
It shatters my heart
Oh it keeps my heart
No it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart
It breaks my heart
It breaks my heart
It keeps my heart
The bound radio that dampens your sound
That brings hell to the manic
And forces his sails to the ground
So the voters shares their thoughts
With the heads of the table
Just as long as the night shows you
That I am willing and able
Then maybe somewhere down the line
You'll find your place in time
Then maybe somewhere down the line
You'll find your place in time
but its old cold loving loving
It shatters my heart
It shatters my heart
And its old old loving loving
It keeps my heart
It keeps my heart
Oh it breaks my heart
Oh it keeps my heart
It keeps my heart
It breaks my heart
it breaks my heart
Oh no it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart
It breaks my heart
It breaks my heart
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