The dilettantes

Broken parts

The dilettantes
I'll keep driving round with you for hours
Staring out the window as
Heaven's pouring down
Cause there's you - terrified of fate
And me - magnitized by someone else's pain

I swear it on
My heart of hearts
But I don't want to
He was made of broken parts
And I don't want to
If it's the next best thing to goodbye
I don't want to go home

I keep thinking our luck's gonna change
Mountains move, sun rounds the earth
Reason fades away
With you - the movie never ends
And me - lining up again

I swear it on
My heart of hearts
But I don't want to
He was made of broken parts
And I don't want to
If it's the next best thing to goodbye
I don't want to go home

There are better things to do
Then to mess around with you

I swear it on
My heart of hearts
But I don't want to
He was made of broken parts
And I don't want to
If it's the next best thing to goodbye
I don't want to go home
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