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When you curse your nameI'm a receiverWhen your heart won't changeI'm a receiptDo I love like a stranger?The world keeps getting stranger all the timeAnd the distance is greaterThan any rope I ever tied around your waist to keep our tumbles in rhythm (Rhythm)In rhythm (Rhythm)Oh a heart is a pocket for loose changeWe scrape and we save and we wait for a raiseDid you watch as our muscles dividedIn rhythm (Rhythm)In rhythm (Rhythm)I cursed being a manI cursed being the driverI let go of the wheel some time last yearThen I sang to you in shiftsUntil the mountains folded overAnd your wrongs went through my wrist so you could sinI love the worldI want to take it with me From Letras Mania