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Everything falls apart and it's so easy
All my castles are made of sand
Everything I dream is so fragile
All I drink is your absence
And my poor iron heart
It rusted with my sorrows
And this "I'm sleepy and I can't sleep"
This fire that no longer warms
Everything I sing is so sterile
All the songs are the same
Too few people, too many people
Different blood from the same wound
And my poor iron heart
It rusted with my sorrows
And this "I'm sleepy and I can't sleep"
This fire that no longer warms
My poor rusty heart
My poor shrunken heart
My poor heart, all the damage
My poor heart, all the good things I've experienced
My poor heart, the worst thing
My poor heart the divine
The brave, the cowardly, the expected
My virtue and my defect, my ravine and my path
My poor heart, no matter how small it is
My poor heart always misses you
My poor heart that no longer has room for sorrows
Whenever it hurts, I take it to the festival
My poor heart that keeps me alive
My poor heart, always the light on
My poor heart that sometimes wants to come out
My poor heart that is addicted to Speed
My poor heart live
My poor heart on Sunday
My poor naked heart
My Poor Heart in F Sharp
(And my poor heart, oh)
(And my poor heart) began to rust
(And my poor heart) Look how it's always crying
(And my poor heart)
(And my poor heart)
(And my poor heart)
(And my poor heart)
(And my poor heart)
(And my poor heart)
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