| The street bears no release |
| When everybody's fighting. |
| The street bears no release, |
| With so lights so hot and biting. |
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| I run the stairs away |
| And walk into the nighttime. |
| The sadness flows like water |
| And washes down the heartache, |
| And washes down the heartache. |
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| My heart is full, |
| My heart is wide. |
| The saddest songs are played |
| On the strings of my heart. |
| |
| The heat is on its own. |
| The roof seems so inviting. |
| A vantage point is gained |
| To watch the children fighting. |
| |
| So lead me to the harbor |
| And float me on the waves. |
| Sink me in the ocean |
| To sleep in a sailor's grave, |
| To sleep in a sailor's grave. |
| |
| My heart is full, |
| My heart is wide. |
| The saddest songs are played |
| On the strings of my heart. |
| |
| My heart is full, |
| My heart is wide, so wide. |
| The saddest songs are played |
| On the strings of my heart. |