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The Breaks
"Here is my heart take what you want
'Cause I have no use for it anyway
Well of all the stupid things I've ever said
This could be the worst may be the best
But those are the breaks
These are the bruises
And if I can't give myself away I'm the only one who loses
And I don't want to lose this
It is the sea that makes the sailor
And the land that shapes the sea
And I do not know yet what I am made of
Or all I may someday be
And it is the wood that makes a carpenter
It's the very tools of his trade
And it is love that makes a lover
And a cross that makes a saint
Here is my song listen if you will
But I have no heart for it anymore
I just have half a mind to cut it loose
And if it sails off into the blue
Then I'll just let it soar
And the sky is better keeping
And I won't be any poorer
For giving it its freedom
And here's one for freedom
It is the sea that makes the sailor
And the land that shapes the sea
And I do not know yet what I am made of
Or all I may someday be
It is the wood that makes a carpenter
It's the very tools of his trade
And it is love that makes a lover
And a cross that makes a saint
Well of all the stupid things I've ever said
This could be the worst may be the best
But those are the breaks"
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But those are the breaks"
This could be the worst may be the best
Well of all the stupid things I've ever said
And a cross that makes a saint
And it is love that makes a lover
It's the very tools of his trade
It is the wood that makes a carpenter
Or all I may someday be
And I do not know yet what I am made of
And the land that shapes the sea
It is the sea that makes the sailor
And here's one for freedom
For giving it its freedom
And I won't be any poorer
And the sky is better keeping
Then I'll just let it soar
And if it sails off into the blue
I just have half a mind to cut it loose
But I have no heart for it anymore
Here is my song listen if you will
And a cross that makes a saint
And it is love that makes a lover
It's the very tools of his trade
And it is the wood that makes a carpenter
Or all I may someday be
And I do not know yet what I am made of
And the land that shapes the sea
It is the sea that makes the sailor
And I don't want to lose this
And if I can't give myself away I'm the only one who loses
These are the bruises
But those are the breaks
This could be the worst may be the best
Well of all the stupid things I've ever said
'Cause I have no use for it anyway
"Here is my heart take what you want
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