Or the sound of your voice my dear that's got me dragged in here
It's the ice in the seam, the scheme of you
You're supposed to have the answer
You're supposed to have living proof
Yes, I was jealous because you are sworn
How could you come undone to a word so strong
My beating heart the anchor to a ship so warm
You're supposed to have the answer
You're supposed to have living proof
Well, I am your answer, I am living
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