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Paroles: Fake Problems. Oh, Your Silver Heart.

Your silver heart, it backs into my chest and doesn't leave a note.
You seem to have the big idea that I'll still be here tomorrow.
You know you love me, but I am not so sure.

You've been around this whole city, you're wondering where I might be.
Well look no more, there's no need to find me.
I'm as good as dead darling.
You know you love me, but I am not so sure.

Although we 'fit' together, we just don't belong.
Your silver heart