Boston Massacre
It’s a crisp spring day
And thousands came to play
More came to watch and celebrate
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Don’t treat me like a glass butterfly
So pretty and so fragile
I could be tough as nails
Melt your heart with a smile
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As I walk down the lonely street
Knees get weak, can barely keep my feet
I see the fence, the gate, the porch
From where you gazed and lit my torch
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The wind came to me
Hiding in the shadows
Like a dirt devil
With octopus arms
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You are my Valentine
So lovely and divine
You are my Sunshine
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To what courage do we fall
Lest we not hear our commander’s call
Fool nor folly, we must not judge
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I miss you, the real you
The one that used to smile everyday
Where have you gone, I miss the dawn
The one that you brightened up everyway
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This story is about a broken heart
I bet you've had one or two
When your heart is in a million pieces
You look at life with a different view
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Sitting like a statue on the shelf
My heart aches for company
Tonight I met the woman of my dreams
But I was only sleeping
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