Your aching heart
And your still face
And your still grace
Your hands are torn and worn
Like a pair of tossed away gloves
Your faith is dwindling
And you don't believe in a thing called love
You're holding your breath
You're blue in the face
Afraid that you might drown
You just might drown
And your still face
And your still grace
Your hands are torn and worn
Like a pair of tossed away gloves
Your faith is dwindling
And you don't believe in a thing called love
You're holding your breath
You're blue in the face
Afraid that you might drown
You just might drown
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