The skin is dry and pale
The pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high
Just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself
"You'll be the death of me". I don't need a friend
I need to mend so far away
So come sit by the fire and play a while
But you can't stay too long.
It aches in every bone
I'll die alone, but not for pleasure
I see my heart explode
It's been eroded by the weather here.
If you want me hold me back.
anybody else love this song
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"She loves the broken ones, the ones that need a little
patchin' up She see's the diamond in the rough and
makes it shine like new It really doesn't take that
much, a willing heart and a tender touch."