الكلمات الأصلية
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Come my poor heart come, old friend true and tried
Lies before the casm, gaping wide
With long sobs the violin throbs and cries
With long sobs the violin throbs and cries
What the hell are you doing here, What else can I say
I lied to you with every hour, every hour of every day
Now why can't we be like you and just f*** our pain away
Is that the sun coming down, threatening to break
Or just the part of you that I could never take
With long sobs the violin throbs and cries
With long sobs the violin throbs and cries
