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She gave me her heart 
so long ago

To keep it safe
To help it grow

 

But she was young
And I was broken

Her heart slipped 
through my hands

 

I picked up many 
other things

Kids and work and 
drink in between

 

There were no dreams
just responsibility

Her heart slipped 
through my hands

 

and twenty years
a scarecrows life

Wandering heartless
chasing light

 

Lost in the shadows
and staying there

Her heart slipped
through my hands

 

And now I see
its form below

the beats are shallow
the flesh exposed

 

I stoop to hold it
close to me

Her heart is in my hands
Her heart is in my hands
Oh, her heart is in my hands

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