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Sleeve of hearts
My heart is open, I wear it out on my sleeve.
I leave it out there for the whole world to see.
It's been ripped to pieces, it's been torn in two.
Then it gets sewn back together, it gets stapled and glued
It may not look pretty, it may not be whole
But it's the one that I have, and It's the only one I know
jacket of spades
Each time you love a little bit of you is taken forever,
each time you are broken ties become easyer to sever.
Hold up your heart and to all suprise,
a club in the hand and love seeks demise.
this is not the end, this is not the begining of the end, this is merely the end of the begining.