| The wind carries us home
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| Tin cans, recycled air end the minstrels' roam
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| Reunite body and mind
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| The walls left broken and crumbling
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| Oh, but what did you expect?
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| Gone for seasons at a time
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| I’ve closed my eyes to dream
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| Woken to have only lost the spring
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| To bags, cases, and hearts on our sleeves
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| Held them high so they could watch them bleed
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| Held them high so you could watch them bleed
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| Held them high so they could watch them bleed
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| And I wear my heart on my sleeve
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| So you can watch it bleed
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| And I wear my heart on my sleeve
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| So you can watch it bleed
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| Watch it bleed
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| Watch it bleed
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| From up here the land a patchwork quilt
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| Sewn together by arthritic hands
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| Pursuit of passion, persistent guilt
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| Anxious for loving embrace
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| Dissolve this ache I’ve felt
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| Dissolve this ache I’ve felt
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| How could you have looked and seen anything but compassion?
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| Left to watch alone, jealous of false attentions
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| You felt it in my touch, tasted it in my kiss
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| And still, darling, you screamed my affections were passionless
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| Despite every example of devotion, every memory made
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| You still succumbed to boredom, you let the pictures fade
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| You let the pictures fade
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| You let the pictures fade
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| And I wear my heart on my sleeve
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| So you can watch it bleed
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| Watch it bleed
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| Watch it bleed
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| And I wear my heart on my sleeve
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| So you can watch it bleed
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| Watch it bleed
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| Oh
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| And I wear my heart on my sleeve
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| So you can watch it bleed
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| Watch it bleed
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| Watch it bleed |