The Heart
Oh, I cant stop singing
This human heart beating
What people say do not interest me
As much what goes on in their hearts
The heart is were they are really at
No matter what they say
Some call it the Id
Some call it the subconscious
Some call in the will
Some call it the unconscious
Some call it the Dark
Whatever they say,
It's often were they are really
At
The human gun powder of who
They are
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