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When the damn thing breaks I'll be there to take you home When the damn thing breaks I'll be there to take your palms In the cracks of our skin There's a memory of a dove When the dusk dissipates I'll grow patient like a [?] Heavy, the boulder Resting on the blade Swing low, sweet seesaw Right above your ribcage [?] When the damn thing breaks I'll be there to take you home When the damn thing breaks I'll be there to take you home From Letras Mania