This heart will not ache; it is too tired.
This heart will not break; it is an iron pump.
It pumps my blood through my veins and arteries and nothing more.
This house is alive with smiles and voices.
This house is a testament to choices.
Foolish lover on the street and glancing into neighbours
Windows as the sit at dinner...
Living something more.
This heart will not break; it is an iron pump.
It pumps my blood through my veins and arteries and nothing more.
This house is alive with smiles and voices.
This house is a testament to choices.
Foolish lover on the street and glancing into neighbours
Windows as the sit at dinner...
Living something more.
Lyrics submitted by satellitemind
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