Mechanics Of The Heart
(Verse)
Symtoms of being spaced
Feeling cold
Feeling lonely
On your own
I can feel this fear
Getting stronger
It's taking over
I'm losing control
(Chorus)
And if you are not religious
Then how will you ever believe
And if I don't know procedures
Then how am I meant to proceed
To make your heart
To make your heart
To make your heart
To make your heart
(Refrain)
I've tried up and to operate on you
Tryin' to let my mechanics of the heart
(Verse)
Broken hearted
Torn apart
What was left on the flor
Has been smashed to pieces
First you heart it
Then she deserted
But I'm trying to save it
Before your heart ceases
(Chorus)
And if you are not religious
Then how will you ever believe
And if I don't know procedures
Then how am I meant to proceed
To make your heart
To make your heart
To make your heart
To make your heart
(Refrain x4)
I've tried up and to operate on you
Tryin' to let my mechanics of the heart
I've tried up and to operate on you
Tryin' to let my mechanics of the heart
I've tried up and to operate on you-u-u
Tryin' to let my mechanics of the heart
I've tried up and to operate on you-u-u
Tryin' to let my mechanics of the heart
(Outro)
To make your heart
To make your heart
To make your heart
To make your heart
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