| When I wake up in the morning, I smell your smell
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| God knows that I’m not doing well
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| You’re my Clementine, my sweet sunshine
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| A sparkling diamond in your eye
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| Bleeding heart, my bleeding heart
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| Won’t you cut out my bleeding heart?
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| Over the mountains, by the sea and the shore
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| I hope you come knocking at my door
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| Baby, baby, let’s live in a shoe
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| And I’ll tell you some things, that I used to do
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| You’re a broken book, a thieving crook
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| You stole my heart with just one look
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| Bleeding heart, my bleeding heart
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| Won’t you cut out my bleeding heart?
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| Over the mountains, by the sea and the shore
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| I hope you come knocking at my door
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| You take my stuff, and you make me blue
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| You’ve got me so god-damned subdued
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| And every day I hope and pray
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| You’ll stay with me, while the skies are grey
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| Bleeding heart, my bleeding heart
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| Won’t you cut out my bleeding heart?
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| Over the mountains, by the sea and the shore
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| I hope you come knocking at my door |