| Her love was genuine
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| She saved it all for her man
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| Not for a rainy day
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| But she learned quickly
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| When he held another girl’s hand
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| She had been left to say
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| â  This ol' heart of mine, this worthless heart of mine…
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| This ol' heart of mine, this worthless heart of mine…â Â
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| She trys to display
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| A face filled not with tears and dismay
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| But he took her heart away
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| She wonders how many times
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| This hopeless pyscho will turn
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| Before a brighter day
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| Bring back the sunshine, the wine, and the roses
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| For her it has taken so long
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| She pleads for relief and when no end’s in sight
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| She’s left singing the saddest of songs…
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| â  This ol' heart of mine, this worthless heart of mine…
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| This ol' heart of mine, this worthless heart of mine…â Â
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| Wipe all those tears away, don’t give up yet
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| Some day you’ll look back and laugh
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| All those bad memories that you’ll soon forget
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| Will just fade like an old photograph
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| Don’t cry
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| This ol' heart of mine…
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| This ol' heart of mine…
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| This ol' heart of mine, tell me no more lies
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| This ol' heart of mine, tell me no more lies |