| Shattered inside and scattered around
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| Were the pieces of her broken heart
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| I gathered up the pieces I found
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| Put her back together like a busted guitar
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| But some glues hold and some glues don’t
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| In spite of everything I’ve tried
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| Somebody stole my darlin Lord
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| Right before my very eyes
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| He didn’t walk, talk, push his way in
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| Fly through the window on a gust of hot wind
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| He didn’t sprout wings
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| And he sure wasn’t playing no harp
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| Low as he was I couldn’t see him
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| Slithering around in the dark
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| Lord he must have crawled through
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| A little bitty crack in her heart
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| Copin' with gone and hoping I’m wrong
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| But I sure see a definite change
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| There’s a look in her eyes that’s sayin' goodbye
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| And her snuggle when I hold her don’t feel the same
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| The way her heart beats for the sneaky thief
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| You picture him dark and tall
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| But the feller that stole my darlin' Lord
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| He has to be very small
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| He didn’t walk, talk, push his way in
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| Fly through the window on a gust of hot wind
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| He didn’t sprout wings
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| And he sure wasn’t playing no harp
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| Low as he was I couldn’t see him
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| Slitherin' around in the dark
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| Lord he must of crawled through
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| A little bitty crack in her heart
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| Low as he was I couldn’t see him
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| Slitherin' around in the dark
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| Lord he must of crawled through
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| A little bitty crack in her heart
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| Low as he was I couldn’t see him
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| Slitherin' around in the dark
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| Lord he must of crawled through
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| A little bitty crack in her heart
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| Well he must of crawled through
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| A little bitty crack in her heart |