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All the good boys get slowly brokenWith hearts left unspokenA shell of a manAnd I'm left to pick up the piecesOf someone else's messesThe best I canAnd it's the same old story she adored me, oh how could I have known?Well that sinking feeling doesn't mean you have to swim alone...why don't you take me home?We'd be up late the night getting olderAnd he's still on my shoulderBut I don't mindCould you blame me for soothing and consolingHim 'til early morningI'm just the loving kindAnd it's the same old story she adored me, oh how could I have known?Well that sinking feeling doesn't mean you have to swim alone...why don't you take me home?Well if I saw her on the street I'd say thanks for tossing a good man my wayHoney your loss is my gainBut it was a silly move to make, 'cause bleeding hearts of the freshly unchained can only be temporaryAnd it's the same old story he adored me until his ache was goneNow that sinking feeling tells me I've been drowning all along... From Letras Mania