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I love this song because it's the triumphant return, where I'm coming back home, and the unattained lovers who fucked me over in the first half are forgiven and idealized and then put on a shelf as relics.

You've got my lost brother's soul

My dear mother's eyes,

A brown horse's mane

And my uncle's name

You walked me down 14th Street

For the doctor to meet after thoughts of the grave

In the home of the brave and of the weak 

But why'd you have to break all my heart

Couldn't you have saved a little bit of it?

Why'd you have to break all my heart?

Couldn't you have saved a minor part? 

I could have clipped and saved and planted in the garden

Damn you guess I'll have to get a new one 

I'd love to sit and watch you drink

With the reins to the world, gripping a smoke

Vaguely missing link

Don't ever change you hungry little bashful hound

I got the sheep, poor little Bo Peep

Has lost and filed for grounds, 

But why'd you have to break all my heart

I could have ripped apart and thrown into the river

Wonder if there's hearts that will deliver 

Don't ever change, don't ever worry

Because I'm coming back home tomorrow

To 14th Street where I won't hurry

And where I'll learn how to save, not just borrow

And they'll be rainbows and we'll finally know