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Come rebuild your memory with a small mountain of burning leaves
And a swinging wire door that slams shut like a guillotine
Strum a note up in the wires
To send bats down the river, seagulls around spires
And shred all the twilight, scatter it city-wide
Those average angels
The drunken saints with heavy heads
They can keep dreaming,
Dreaming of sleep down the end of the bed
But nobody's ever gonna break your heart again...
And the high-pitched, crooked thoughts
That ricocheted off the walls
She just set them down quiet, safe in her dresser drawer
She laid me out on the laundromat floor
And said you'll be not nearly who you were anymore
And i'll always be here to remind you what time is for
And those average angels
The drunken saints with heavy heads
You see their spirits are cowering under the table
And they're still counting,
Counting the breaths under their breath
But nobody's ever...
Nobody's ever gonna break your heart again...
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