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Richard
His heart is junk, heavy and cold some old radiator
Piled in a at her pretty little feet
He it out with the trash
He can't recycle the
no return and there's no nickel to get back
They left no stone undisturbed, they the bed of roses
She the weeds, he punched in the seeds
But nothing good came of the
some stains on his shirt
From round in a big old pile of dirt
He hears the truck grind its gears and hit the curb
He hears the men calling out to her
But she won't answer right
Her pretty throat is lined dirt
She's three feet the backyard roses
Wrapped in his old
His heart is junk, and cold like some old radiator
Piled in a at her pretty little feet
He sets it out with the
He recycle the past
There's no and there's no nickel to get back