Everything falls apart and it's so easy
All my castles are made of sand
Everything I dream is so fragile
Everything I drink is your absence

And my poor iron heart
Has been rusting with sorrows
And it's that I'm sleepy and I don't sleep
This fire that no longer warms
Everything I sing is so sterile
All the songs are the same
Very few people, too many people
Different blood from the same wound

And my poor iron heart
Has been rusting with sorrows
And it's that I'm sleepy and I don't sleep
This fire that no longer warms

My poor rusted heart
My poor shrunken heart
My poor heart all the damage
My poor heart all the good lived
My poor heart the worst
My poor heart the divine, the brave
The cowardly, the expected, my virtue and my defect
My cliff and my path
My poor heart no matter how small it is
My poor heart always misses you
My poor heart that can no longer hold the sorrows
Whenever it hurts, I take it to the fair
My poor heart that keeps me alive
My poor heart always with the light on
My poor heart that sometimes wants to leave
My poor heart that is hooked on speed
My poor heart live
My poor heart on Sunday
My poor heart naked
My poor heart in F sharp
And my poor heart, and my poor heart
Has been rusting
And my poor heart, look it's always crying
And my poor heart
And my poor heart
And my poor heart
And my poor heart
And my poor heart
And my poor heart

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