To every borrowed heart,
For every day that ends in day:
Only ever loan a soul,
don't give that love away.
It may sound harsh,
a violent tune
But if you saw the way...
He looked at me, with aesthetic seas;
On the day we name today;
You would smile with the mouth you've been given.
And oh, you'd grin the morn' away.
For he only ever loves me
on the days that end in day.
But seeing as the moon does fall,
I guess he never did any way...
He looked at me, with aesthetic seas;
On the day we name today;
You would smile with the mouth you've been given.
And oh, you'd grin the morn' away.
For he only ever loves me
on the days that end in day.
But seeing as the moon does fall,
I guess he never did any way...
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