| I’m a little used up
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| A little tattered at the seams
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| But there’s still enough of me to be the man you need
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| I’m not faultless, I guess
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| Got some scratches, got some dents
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| Yeah, I know I’ve got some scars on my innocence
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| I got a secondhand heart
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| Yeah, it’s a little banged up
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| But it’s still beating strong enough
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| To give a lot of good love
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| So if you don’t mind
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| That it’s not brand new
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| I’ll take this secondhand heart
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| And give it to you
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| What a stupid thing to do
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| By throwing you away
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| If he don’t regret it yet, you know he will someday
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| Ooh, thank God he was blind
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| I thank God he let you down
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| For I never would have had the chance to build my world around
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| Your secondhand heart
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| Yeah, it’s a little banged up
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| But it’s still beating strong enough
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| To give a lot of good love
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| So if you don’t mind
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| That it’s not brand new
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| I’ll take this secondhand heart
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| And give it to you
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| And you know I’ve been around the block a time or two
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| But every step I took was leading me to you
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| And your secondhand heart
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| Yeah, it’s a little banged up
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| But it’s still beating strong enough
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| To give a lot of good love
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| So if you don’t mind
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| That it’s not brand new
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| I’ll take this secondhand heart
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| And give it to you
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| I’ll take my secondhand heart
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| Whoa-oh whoa-oh
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| Whoa-oh whoa-oh
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| Whoa-oh whoa-oh
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| So if you don’t mind
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| That it’s not brand new
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| I’ll take this secondhand heart
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| And give it to you |