| Broken heart, bloodshot stare
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| Signs of a fool who cared too much
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| Now she’s gone and he can’t remember how
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| To live without her touch
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| Hopin' to die but surely livin' to tell
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| When it comes to matters of the heart
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| There is nothing a fool won’t get used to
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| So he found someone afraid his heart would follow the heat
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| He could hardly do more than pretend
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| Though she knew in her heart that his love was alive
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| When it comes to matters of the heart
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| There is nothing a fool won’t get used to
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| Now of all the things love teaches
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| All the ways that it opens our eyes
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| None more profound than the lesson he learned
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| The day she walked out of his life
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| Well when the road gets too narrow
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| It’s then he remembers her smile
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| And he sees these words forming on her lips
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| Across a river of tears he once cried
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| When it comes to matters of the heart
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| There is nothing a fool won’t get used to |