To break into my heart without a pick or key
Shattering all of the affects I had for you
All the emotions and desires they removed
I cannot be born again with all of them
Only a subset of my population
But I come back early and saw the thieves
In anger and confusion I called the police
But when they make it to my house
They say they can't do anything
About crimes of the heart
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