This song is for the painter
who lost both of her hands,
and this song is for the wanderer who never came home again.
For all those with broken hearts, I know what you're going through.
I had a true love once but now they've gone and left me blue.
So now I'd like to swim to the bottom of the ocean,
Then I'll s c r e a m as loud as I can where there's no one I can frighten.
So I'd do anything to cry. I'd do anything to cry.
Let this pain fall from my eyes and let time heal my insides.
I shout out to my grandparents, "Hope you find each other in heaven".
and this song is for the wanderer who never came home again.
For all those with broken hearts, I know what you're going through.
I had a true love once but now they've gone and left me blue.
So now I'd like to swim to the bottom of the ocean,
Then I'll s c r e a m as loud as I can where there's no one I can frighten.
So I'd do anything to cry. I'd do anything to cry.
Let this pain fall from my eyes and let time heal my insides.
I shout out to my grandparents, "Hope you find each other in heaven".
And to all of my friends, Sorry I left you behind.
And if I ever come back home, will you pour me a glass of wine?
And I'd do anything to cry. I'd do anything to cry.
And if I ever come back home, will you pour me a glass of wine?
And I'd do anything to cry. I'd do anything to cry.
Let this pain fall from my eyes
and let time heal my insides.
This song is for the painter who lost both of her hands,
and if I ever find my heart, darling, I promise to come home again.
This song is for the painter who lost both of her hands,
and if I ever find my heart, darling, I promise to come home again.
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