I've got a hand-me-down heart
Doesn't matter what I pay
Sure it's seen a couple of miles
In the corner slightly frayed
But it still beats and blood still flows
To the rhythm of a song you used to know
And still these stitches clearly show
That it once was torned apart
I've got a hand-me-down heart
I've got a salvage-store soul
Collecting dust on the shelf
Sure it's a little worse for wear
But it speaks just for itself
Sure it's felt more fear than most
From every foolish feeble host
And so it chases any ghost
That could fill the empty hole
Inside the salvage-store soul
If you hold them keep in mind
When it comes to the tides that bind
I'm trusting in your hands
And if you tell me never leave
I'll sow them to my sleeve
As these foolish parts could mend
The fabric of my being
Gets stretched out like a string
On a tattered old t-shirt
And if you look closely you'll see a staint
It's just the minimal remains
Of every time that I got hurt
I got a second-hand love
Not as untamed as before
Cause there's no need to play the game
When you already know the score
Still it's steady and it's true
Knows all the little stupid things to do
Sure it don't fit like a glove
But it feels close enough
I've got a second-hand love
Sure it don't fit like a glove
But it feels close enough
I've got a second-hand love

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