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The swan sang with a broken neck
Out by the pool, behind the fence
You can’t forgive me when
You know if I had the gun I’d
Choose to shoot again
He raised my hands in the backyard
He taught me to be a good shot
You love the sound of sorry
Even when you know i’m not
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In the holy land of broken homes
You still pretend you don’t know
That I took it out back and I
Snapped its neck just like
A wishbone and let it die
He raised my hands in the backyard
He taught me to be a good shot
You love the sound of sorry
Even when you know i’m not