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Nothing better

by The Postal Service


Will someone please call a surgeon
Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
That you´re deserting for better company?
I can´t accept that it´s over...
And I will block the door like a goalie tending the net
In the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry

So just say how to make it right
And i swear I´ll do my best to comply

Tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together

I feel I must interject here you´re getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself
With these revisions and gaps in history
So let me help you remember.
I´ve made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear.
I´ve prepared a lecture on why i have to leave

So please back away and let me go
I can´t my darling i love you so...

Oh, oh

Tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better
Than making you my bride and slowly growing old together
Don´t you feed me lines about some idealistic future
Your heart won´t heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures

I know that I have made mistakes and i swear
I´ll never wrong you again
You´ve got a lure i can´t deny,
But you´ve had your chance so say goodbye
Say goodbye





 

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