You've got my lost brother's soul, my dear mother's eyes, a brown horse's mane and my uncle's name. You walked me down 14th Street with a doctor to meet after thoughts of the grave in the home of the brave and of the weak.
But why'd you have to break all my heart? Couldn't you have saved a little bit of it? Why'd you have to break all my heart? Couldn't you have saved a minor part? I could've clipped and saved and planted in the garden... Damn you, guess I'll have to get a new one.
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