broken parts

cant get you out of my head. everything reminds me of you.

when i see gray skies
or a pair of hazel eyes

when i hear that beat
or walk down that old brick street

when the clock strikes four
and the rain begins to pour

when the sun hangs low
and the moon comes out to glow

that is when i weep
and my muscles grow so weak

cause all these broken parts
lead me right back to your heart

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