with my bag, i'll play doctor,
and we'll find a way,
to find your heart.
and if the anestetic
doesn't settle
you'll feel ever i n c h
of the scalpel
tracing letters in your skin,
But sh, sh, don't cry now.
your my patient, and it's my game.
and in the doctors hands,
your heart still breathes the same.
But sh, sh, my scalpel slipped
and i think,
i may have b r o k e n it.
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