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Slow Slow MusicI got myself a mortgageIt didn't save the marriage We weren't insured Insured against breakage If you believe in orphans There's still a chance for love (The hand that warms you also harms you) Pick me up in pieces I'm scattered and broken Slow, slow music Pick me up in pieces I'm scattered and broken Slow, slow music By the time I was 16 I knew the names of the planets Stayed away from the doorstep Was frightened of milk-bottles If you believe in orphans There's still a chance for love (The hand that warms you also harms you) I know I'm not an orphan But I believe in love (The hand that holds you also scolds you) Pick me up in pieces I'm scattered and broken Slow, slow music So, don't wake the children Leave them in bed In the land o the dreamless They're better off dead If you believe in orphans There's still a chance for love (The hand that warms you also harms you) I know I'm not an orphan But I believe in love (The hand that holds you also scolds you) Pick me up in pieces I'm scattered and broken Slow, slow music |