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We hold hands like old trees that have grown too closeA tangled knotted nest of rotted roots that chokeThe veins that eek their way through the dirty soilThat bears them out of duty to their bastard childThis song's own belonging is lost on meA sort of unnerving answer to your melodyA shoddy patchwork cut and paste memoryBaby leave the hearts you break and love the life you made with meAnd we'll singOh no, noLeave the hearts you break and love the life you made with me From Letras Mania