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Will someone please call the surgeon
Who can crack my ribs
and repair this broken heart
that sure deserved it
For better company
I can't accept that its over
And I will block the door
Like a goalie tending the net
In the 3rd Quarter
Of a tied game rivalry
So Just Say how to make it right
and I swear I'll do my best to comply
Tell me am I right to think
that there could be nothing better
then making you my bride
and slowly growing old together
I feel I must interject here
You're getting carried away
feeling sorry for yourself
with these revisions
and gaps in history
So let me help you remember
I made charts and graphs
that should finally make it clear
I've prepared a lecture
on why I have to leave
So, please back away and let me go
I can't my darling I love you so
(well oh oh)
Tell me am I right to think
that there could be nothing better
then making you my bride
and slowly growing old together
(Tell me am I right)
Don't you feed me lies
about some idealistic future
(Tell me am I right)
You know I won't be right
If you keep tearing out the sutures
I admit that I have made mistakes
And I swear I'll never wrong you again
You've got a lure I can't deny
But, you've had your chance so say goodbye
Say Goodbye