Last sentence, I gave you my heart
The very next hour, I delete it away
Next sentence, to save me from tears
I'll write something really special.
Once written, twice reworked
I keep on writing
Then it burns in my eyes
Tell me, chapter,
Do I recognize you
Well,
It's been a cephalalgia
It doesn't surprise me
(Merry Christmas)
I'll wrap it up and send it
Saying "I'm finished" I mean it
Now I know what a fool I've been
But if I read you now
I know I'm gonna tweak you again
A crowded paragraph, words with tired syllables
I'm hiding from you and your soul of ice
My wordsmith, I thought I was someone to rely on
Me? I guess I need a shoulder to cry on
A sentence on a screen with too many words in its heart
A meaning somewhere in there but I tore it apart
Now I've found a real phrase and I'll never fool me again
Last sentence, I gave you my heart
Right now, I'll cut it away
Next sentence, to save me from tears
I'll quote from something special
It doesn't surprise me
(Merry Christmas)
I'll wrap it up and send it
Saying "I'm finished" I mean it
Now I know what a fool I've been
But if I read you now
I know I'm gonna tweak you again
A crowded paragraph, words with tired syllables
I'm hiding from you and your soul of ice
My wordsmith, I thought I was someone to rely on
Me? I guess I need a shoulder to cry on
A sentence on a screen with too many words in its heart
A meaning somewhere in there but I tore it apart
Now I've found a real phrase and I'll never fool me again
Last sentence, I gave you my heart
Right now, I'll cut it away
Next sentence, to save me from tears
I'll quote from something special
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~~ Thanks, Wham!
~~ Okay, break's over.
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