We were always ducking and weaving
Our fists raised high and our heads bowed down
You let your guard drop once I swung
Missed and then you knocked me out
I woke up in another country
when I pulled my head out of the ground
I got a postcard from my family doctor
Who read your test results are in the clouds
When your heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound
Well I'm workin in the lemon orchard
I pick the lemons to make lemonade
You drink the juice but you don't taste the fruit
You get the warmth without the burning pain
Well I know I'm on a sinking ship
From the mast I watched the whole fleet drown
Your not going overboard
And said call me when your back in town
When your heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound
When your heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound
When your heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound
When your heart breaks it makes a beautiful sound

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