Duet
you broke my heart you sold me out.
If they had pulled a rabbit from a hat, they could of laughed instead of shout.
So often we are actors, in a play that's often tragic;
The lines are old and worm and they wish they had done magic.
Lying in a field of love, believing hidden by the grass;
Clinging there in desperate fear, hoping it will pass.
Neither one will speak of it, for fear of losing hope;
weighted down within themselves, not knowing how to cope.
Pieces of their hearts do crumble beneath the weight of time;
Slowly sinking in the mire of love that's so unkind.
So go the days of man and wife, who try so to be friends;
Two souls that once were joined as one, now trying to pretend
Slowly sinking in the
mire of love that's so unkind. So go the days of man and wife, who try so to be friends.
Two souls that once were joined as one, now trying to pretend
"58"
Pieces of their hearts do crumble beneath the weight of time. Slowly sinking in the
mire of love that's so unkind. So go the days of man and wife, who try so to be friends.
Two souls that once were joined as one, now trying to pretend
"58"
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