Title: Basket Case Writer: Bob Cutts

You've heard of a basket case? The where the pieces of a machine are piled in one place?

My dear love Heather you are my mechanic. Without you I was in a panic.

You took my heart, like the pump of life.

You took my lungs, for a breath of fresh air.

You took my body, for that electrical jump.

You took my mind, to add control.

You put them together, and created a new soul.

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