As you go from me, you want all that's left,
The last thread of pride in my heart.
'Til you've wrung the last teardrop from my eye,
You won't be satisfied.
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So, take your cold, unloving heart,
Your eyes too blinded to see
Oh, you never found the door to this heart of mine,
You'll get no more of me.
You have raked my heart like a cruel winter storm,
Bending my branches so low.
Oh, your wayward heart and your tortured soul
Leave no memory worthy to hold
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So, I'll take back my heart from the $%^&*# (wh-something)
I'll hang my tears out to dry.
And I'll hang my head in sorrow no more,
And no more tears will I cry.
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