Sometimes every words has been used, and there’s nothing left to do

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He told her when she played,
Wings sprouted from her shoulder blades
And every bone inside her seemed to change.
So on her fingers moved, over notes she hoped would soothe,
His jagged soul caressing every groove.

Oh and how she longed to say, that she’d missed his troubled ways,
And if she could she’d do it all again.

Cause sometimes every word has been used,
And there’s nothing left to do
But hold the one you can’t have in the sweet arms of a tune.
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Sometimes every word has been used,
And there’s nothing left to do
But hold the one you can’t have in the sweet arms of a tune.
Yeah hold the one you can’t love in the sweet arms of a tune.

Cause sometimes every inch of you is bruised,
And there’s nothing left to prove
So just hold the one you can’t have in the…

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