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Oliver
You kicked a hole through my heart
And left me with the whistling sound
As the wind blows through
With duck tape
And an old bin bag I covered it up
And put back on my sweater
So I look the same
But I'm a little different now
I might look the same
I might look the same
But I'm a little different now
Oliver
You ripped the smile off my face
And fed it to the Winter birds
What a wicked boy
Oliver
You are my blackness
Oliver
You are my lightness
My devastator
I might look the same
I might look the same
But I'm a little different now
I might look the same
I might look the same
But I'm a little different now
I'm a little different now