The heart is rotten,
It has nothing to follow but itself,
Where is it going?
The lungs get left behind in a lonely dysfunctional state.
The only thing they trust is fate.
The heart makes its own meal, fixes its own deal with the end.
The heart is rotten,
It has nothing to follow but itself,
Where is it going?
The lungs get left behind in a lonely dysfunctional state.
The only thing they trust is fate.
The heart makes its own meal, fixes its own deal with the end.
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