William's Heart

A postcard of Byron by the bed
 It's a reminder of every word that he said
 To die in the arms of a twenty year old
 A figure of porcelain with moves so bold
 You'd love to have a heart of gold
 You would have to have come from a better mould
 To die in the arms of a twenty year old, twenty year old
 Ending the shift of a sleepless night
 Tossing and turning and holding on tight
 To die in the arms of a twenty year old, twenty year old
 Want to know about William's heart?
 Is it broken in two? Who's feeling bad?
 Is there enough of a spark to sparkle again?
 Is he lost?
 Does he need a friend?
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 Lying to those who know you the best
 Keeping a secret close to your chest
 To die in the arms of a twenty year old, twenty year old
 The agony of the late night pub
 Talking too much, old age is a curse
 Want to know about William's heart?
 Is it broken in two? Who's feeling bad?
 Is there enough of a spark to sparkle again?
 Is he lost? Does he need a friend?
 William where have you gone?
 Will you return to me?
 William where have you gone?
 Please return to me
 If it's a single man or a single malt
 That I take in my arms when I'm feeling low
 You'll say honesty has made me cruel
 I say you're soft and you're made of wool
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 You are made of wool