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Speak, oh heart! I'll follow your call anywhere Give these lungs some fresh air to breathe And the songs of our fathers to sing It's early morning and I'm leaving town So don't be surprised when I'm not around With such subtle cruelty, you never made an unkind remark You struck me down and tore out my heart Bleed old wounds Remind me of the dangers of standing still Away with the drudgery These ruts in the road Are growing and I'm not yet old The word left long unspoken shouldn't be spoken at all An older man's loyalty can equal young passion after all Ah your cute little hurricane, Your shot in the dark It's a disaster when honesty means an unyielding heart Your disastrous honesty From Letras Mania