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Who would choose to follow you?
They say her heart was open
Who would choose to follow you?
They say her heart was misplaced
Who would choose to follow you?
They say her heart lies sleeping
We all know what it’s like to be needing someone who wants to care and nurture our every part (her heart was open)
We all know what it’s like to hear thunder, we all know when it crashes down on our only heart (hers was misplaced)
What if I were to tell you there is a way? What if I were to show you where goat hearts lie (sleeping still sleeping)
Would you care that your first one was pulled apart if you knew that eleven others could comfort you (Who will follow?)
Our goat's heart can be buried: to grow me a new tree of hearts
When my twelve hearts are all taken: I’ll grow me a new tree of hearts
Leave your goat's heart at my front door
You will learn many ways to be needing someone new who should care and nurture your every part (don’t be misplaced)
We will stand as your first one is torn apart, no one feels when eleven others will follow (they will follow)
Our goat's heart can be buried: to grow me a new tree of hearts
When my twelve hearts are all taken: I’ll grow me a new tree of hearts
Leave your goat's heart at my front door
Now there’s so much greed for silver
If we kept our hearts in shape
There would be no call for silver
Trees of dozens we will break
Now there’s so much greed for silver
If we kept our hearts in shape
There would be no call for silver
Trees of dozens we will break
Our goat’s heart can be buried: to grow me a new tree of hearts
When my twelve hearts are all taken: I’ll grow me a new tree of hearts
Leave your goat's heart at my front door
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Placing yourself in her armchair
Don’t go, placing yourself in her armchair
Don’t’ go, placing yourself in her armchair
Don’t go, placing yourself in her armchair
Don’t go…
You sit there with your legs crossed tracing wooden contours she once caressed
Fixated only to succumb to this love, her lost love, she was wrong
Hang that handkerchief in a frame on the wall
One day the goats’ heart will be kept within, will be kept within
Push your shoes right up against the door
But only if you live in utter fear of the older soul of the older soul
Closed eyelids in her absence, sunken cushions, a floorboard of feathers
We argue just to overcome a past love, as we love, she is gone
She is gone
She is gone
She is gone
Where older hearts lie
Hang that handkerchief in a frame on the wall
One day the goat’s heart will be kept within, will be kept within
Push your shoes right up against the door
But only if you live in utter fear of the older soul of the older soul
Hang that handkerchief in a frame on the wall
One day the goat’s heart will be kept within, will be kept within
Push your shoes right up against the door
But only if you live in utter fear of the older soul of the older soul
Where older hearts lie
She leaves behind her
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Sometimes I live as though I know you as well as the back of my hand
But still I will ache some twelve times over, I can’t seem to make a stand
They’ll break like a china teacup distressed, quick from the shelf to the floor
With so many hearts in pieces I’ve lost count but silver trees there are more
Give it away, give it away
We all let the greed takeover until all hearts cease to exist
We line up as if to worship our silver trees then stand when we’ve destroyed them
Your love is like a china teacup it breaks, you let it fall from the branches
Now realise how many pieces lay at your feet, who is left for you to care for?
Give it away, give it away
Give it away, give it away
Give it away, give it away
Give it away, give it away
Give it away, give it away
Give it away, give it away
Your love won’t be the same, she would give it away
You feel like you can’t swim, we all know you’re drowning
You feel like you can’t swim, we all know you’re drowning
Drowning, drowning
You feel like you can’t swim, we all know you’re drowning
Drowning, drowning
Give it away, give it away
Give it away, give it away
Give it away, give it away
Give it away, give it away
Give it away, give it away
Give it away, give it away
Your love won’t be the same, she would give it away
She’ll let the handkerchief of few words pass on the goat’s heart once more
For many still choose the life she once lived and silver trees there are more
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