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Oct 25, 2006 22:39

We're wastin' all our time and energy it seems
To mend our broken hearts as if they were machines
There ain't a tool around that could make us tight

Hell I don't know where all the good times went
Had a pocket full of love now there ain't nothin' left but lint
A handful of good times don't make it right

So move on
There ain't nothing you can do about it
Come on
Love is like a puzzle when the pieces don't fit
There ain't nothing you can do about it
So move on
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