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Polly Anne carries everything she needsSo she can burn that bridge as soon as she leavesJust a pocketknife and hole in her heartA painter's brush, an astral chartAnd a music box that was broken from the startShe's still daddy's girl, though she's living on the streetShe broke your rule that said the two would never meetThere are some things in this life you should keepA spool of thread and a smile so sweetThey will help you find someplace warm to sleepPolly Anne only has herself to pleaseShe has no use for your ring or your keysJust a pocketknife and a hole in her heartA painter's brush, an astral chartAnd a music box that was broken from the start From Letras Mania