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My heart is hanging together by a thread.
I'm losing sleep, my eyes are red.
You've left me standing in a place I can't define.
It's too impossible in my mind.

In eight days' time do you think you could mend me?
In eight days' time will you love me again?
Or will you decide that you want to befriend me?
And will my pride let you be my friend?

How can I be sure about anything again?
You were the surest I've ever been.
I never would have let you say the things you said to me
if I had known that leaving would be this easy.

In eight days' time do you think you could mend me?
In eight days' time will you love me again?
Or will you decide that you'd rather befriend me?
And will my pride let you be my friend?

You say that I was the first girl you ever loved.
Well darling, that's just not enough.
A hundred and seventy-six days can go by pretty fast.
It's nice to be the first. I wanna be the last.

In eight days' time do you think you could mend me?
In eight days' time will you love me again?
Or will you decide that you want to befriend me?
And will my pride let you be my friend?

In eight days' time do you think you could mend me?
In eight days' time will you love me again?
Or will you decide that you'd rather befriend me?
And will my pride let you be my friend?
And will my pride let me be your friend?
In eight days' time do you think you could mend me?