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If these ribs could speak
They'd talk of passion
This plaster won't do, it won't hold
My head
My heart
My soul
The only home I'll ever have
I guess I've got to get used to these things
If these ribs could speak   They'd talk of passion   This plaster won't do, it won't hold   My head   My heart   My soul   The only home I'll ever have   I guess I've got to get used to these things