Oh, my heart can't carry much more,
It's really, really aching and sore,
My heart don't care anymore,
I really can't bear more…
My hands don't work like before,
I shiver and I scrape at your door,
My heart can't carry much more...
But you couldn't care less, could you?
Your face don't look like before,
It's really not like yours anymore,
Your eyes don't like me no more,
They quiver and they shift to the floor,
My heart don't beat like before,
It's never been this slow, no,
My blood don't flow anymore...
And you couldn't care less, could you?
Could we stop and sleep for a spell?
We could turn this ditch into a well
And send that old devil back to hell...
But we really don't care, do we?
Baby, let's stop and sleep for a spell!
We could turn this ditch into a well
And send that old devil back to hell,
Your back's not straight like before,
You really shouldn't carry me no more,
I'm much too heavy for you,
I'm really quite a mess,
Yes, we just don't care anymore,
We're crooked and we're cut to the core,
We're just not there anymore,
But we really don't care, do we?
No, we couldn't care less...
We couldn't care less...
Could we?
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