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I'm sorry for sorrow.

i know, tomorrow i'll go

and i'll borrow a claim,

so hollow.

i've seen, that we're saving our hearts,

our (innocent/ignorant) hearts.

i always did know,

(my baby/that maybe), i'd go.

but my love for you grows,

in doses of dos(e).

I love you more than I love most.

Cana, cana, cana

and maybe, maybe one day i will

have a baby or two.

those summers with you,

too lonesome to bloom.

you gave me a sign,

of ricin and wine.

i love you, i'm just not that kind

Cana, cana, cana

you gave me a sign,

of ricin and wine.

i love you, i'm just not that kind

i love it,

it's just not my kind