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I been a fool for love |
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Ever since I was a baby just a-rockin' in the cradle |
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As a rule I was |
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The kind that laid his feelings up front and on the table |
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I gave her my word so many times |
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Just to see 'em tear it apart |
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Oh, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart |
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I wonder just how many times |
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A broken heart can mend |
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Oh and, when I get back on my feet |
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Lord, I always fall again |
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Bridges burned |
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Lies, goodbyes |
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They've all left some scars |
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Oh, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart |
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I ought to know by now |
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After all this debt and heartache lessons |
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I can go with them |
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Going through hell, tryin' to find a little heaven |
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Seems to me every woman I meet |
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Has leavin' down to an art |
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Oh, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart |
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I wonder just how many times |
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A broken heart can mend |
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And, when I get back on my feet |
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Lord, I always fall again |
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Bridges burned |
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Lies, goodbyes |
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They've all left some scars |
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Oh, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart |
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Yeah, I said Bridges burned |
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Lies, goodbyes |
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They've all left some scars |
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I said, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart |
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Oh, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart |
