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Amanda Palmer( Amanda MacKinnon Gaiman Palmer )
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Broken Heart Stew (By Amanda) [Live]
Oh, how delightful! Don't mind if I do Help myself to a cup of this broken heart stew I'm alarmingly hungry, I realize And moved by the pleasant aroma And bloody-red hue Cooked from scratch from a base still fast-feeding and blue Stir in nursery rhymes, beets, and bouillon cubes Add potatoes and eggplants Then slowly infuse with a bag of red wine Bits of me, bits of you And I'm sure this is healthy As I'm sure that it's true That roses are red, and violets are violet As I sit here alone at this table for two Scribbling words to myself and conversing with food Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin As I sit here alone at this table for two Realizing that perhaps Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You're not actually coming You're not coming And that maybe tonight, I'll have to sleep alone Even though I'd much rather be held And then maybe, we only try to fall in love To have something to do But that's a lonely and tasteless and bitter excuse When you're starving to death even fingers will do Cutting out our own organs and limbs to make fuel For a ship that's set sail with an underfed crew And the paperboy's there and the butcher and you And we navigate, lost in our vessel of glue And banana peel vinyl, and driftwood and muse Tossing violently in your sleep As you move through this simmering ocean Of broken heart stew
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