The Head And The Heart

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I used to be so happy and
now I'm lying on the cold, hard floor.
I feel so alone;
my heart is a little torn.
Maybe it's just a storm,
or just a boy.

You left me in the worst way,
and now I feel my pulse
destroying all of my bones.
Maybe it's just a storm,
or just a boy.

The storm clouds are gathering in my eyes and
there's not enough rain to wash you away.
Every bone,
every boy,
maybe it's just a storm,
or just a boy;
Everything's washed away.

I'm falling apart
and I don't know what to say.
I'm so broken and I can't explain.
Everything's washed away.
Maybe it was a storm,
or it was just a boy,
who took my heart and left it worn.

It was just a boy in a storm.
In a storm.

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