Brian Kennedy / E Reader
(MCPS/IMRO)

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This is the story of a heart like a teardrop made of silver hanging from a chain thats hidden out of sight long abandoned one valentines night 
This is the story of a man who knew every bar in London he could only see the world through the bottom of his glass
He wanted love but he was much too scared to ask

And the bells of Trafalgar rang and in the dance St Jude would come to greet him
Everybody knows sometimes you lose sometimes you gain and all we’re left with are these silver hearts on chains 

This is the story of a girl you know they very nearly made it she did her very best to understand him and to please him 
But the kindest thing she ever did was leave him 
And the bells of Trafalgar rang and in the dance all the saints would come to greet them 
Everybody knows sometimes you lose sometimes you gain and all we’re left with are these silver hearts on chains 

Oh oh oh oh oh oh…
And the bells of Trafalgar rang and in the dance all the saints would come to greet them
Everybody knows sometimes you lose sometimes you gain and all we’re left with are these silver hearts on chains 
Everybody knows sometimes no one is to blame all we’re left with are these silver hearts on chains