
Arcade
A broken heart is all that's left,I'm still fixing all the cracks,Lost a couple of pieces when,I carried it, carried it, carried it home. I'm afraid of all I am,My mind feels like a foreign land,Silence ringing inside my head,Please, carry me, carry me, carry me home. I spent all of the love I've saved,We were always a losing game,Small-town boy in a big arcade,I got addicted to a losing game,Ooh, ooh,All I know, all I know,Loving you is a losing game. How many pennies in the slot,Giving us something and take...
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