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A postcard of Byron by the bedIt's a reminder of every word that he saidTo die in the arms of a twenty year oldA figure of porcelain with moves so boldYou'd love to have a heart of goldYou would have to have come from a better mouldTo die in the arms of a twenty year old, twenty year oldEnding the shift of a sleepless nightTossing and turning and holding on tightTo die in the arms of a twenty year old, twenty year oldWant to know about William's heart?Is it broken in two? Who's feeling bad?Is there enough of a spark to sparkle again?Is he lost?Does he need a friend?Lying to those who know you the bestKeeping a secret close to your chestTo die in the arms of a twenty year old, twenty year oldThe agony of the late night pubTalking too much, old age is a curseWant to know about William's heart?Is it broken in two? Who's feeling bad?Is there enough of a spark to sparkle again?Letras de cancionesIs he lost? Does he need a friend?William where have you gone?Will you return to me?William where have you gone?Please return to meIf it's a single man or a single maltThat I take in my arms when I'm feeling lowYou'll say honesty has made me cruelI say you're soft and you're made of woolYou are made of wool From Letras Mania