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The Postal Service - Nothing Better lyrics
Would someone please call a surgeon who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart that's sure deserted for better company I can't accept that it's over and I will block the door like a goalie attending the net in the third quarter of a tied game rivalry so just say how to make it right and I swear I'll do my best to comply tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better than making you my bride and slowly growing old together I feel I must interject here you're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself with these revisions and gaps in history so let me help you remember I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear I've prepared a lecture on why I have to leave so please back away and let me go I can't my darling; I love you so oh oh tell me am I right to think that there could be nothing better than making you my bride and slowly growing old together. Don't you feed me lies about some idealistic future You know I won't hear right if you keep tearing out the sutures I know that I have made mistakes and I swear I'll never wrong you again You've got a lure I can't deny but you've had your chance so say goodbye Say goodbye |
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