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
I feel 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...
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 lines about some idealistic future
Your heart won`t heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures
I admit 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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