| You’ll never know a woman’s heart,
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| just can’t see that far,
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| down such a long and pretty road,
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| that you’ll never go,
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| Well you might haunt her every dream,
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| and you might have a name she screams,
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| and you can tear her world apart,
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| and never know,
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| a woman’s heart
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| She will build you such a home,
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| of swirling blood and salty bones,
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| and you will feel all big and bold,
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| strong and whole.
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| Then out of nowhere she will go,
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| short and sharp and icy cold,
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| and she will stare right through your soul,
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| like you’re the pane of a dirty window
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| You’ll never know a woman’s heart,
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| no one can see through the dark,
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| but you can let the thunder roll,
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| until it’s gone
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| So open wide your hammer chest,
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| put down your bag, pick up your best
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| believe the fire from the spark resides within
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| Underneath warm salty water,
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| understand that heaven’s daughter,
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| is deeply scarred without a mark,
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| and forever loves you,
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| with a woman’s heart…
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| but you’ll never know. |