A Place In Your Heart
Haste me not to your arms but to your Heart
for I already belong in your arms
but as for your heart
I am lost, lost to another
who dwells in that sacred part
woe is to me who loves you with all my soul
only to have you fritter it away on another
another who could never love you as I do
set me free you scoundrel you
I’d rather live a life of solitaire
alone happy and free
than dwell with you in a life of misery
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