will someone please call a surgeon
who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
that your're deserting for better company?
i can't accept that it's over...
i will block the door like a goalie tending 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
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