| Oh my heart can’t carry much more
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| It’s really, really aching and sore
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| My heart don’t care anymore
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| I really can’t bear more
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| My hands don’t work like before
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| I shiver and I scrape at your door
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| My heart can’t carry much more
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| But you couldn’t care less
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| Could you
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| Your face don’t look like before
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| It’s really not like yours anymore
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| Your eyes don’t like me no more
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| They quiver and they shift to the floor
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| My heart don’t beat like before
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| It’s never been this slow
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| No my blood don’t flow anymore
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| And you couldn’t care less
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| Could you
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| Could we stop and sleep for a spell
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| We can turn this ditch into a well
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| And send that old devil back to hell
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| But we don’t care do we
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| Baby let’s stop and sleep for a spell
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| We can turn this ditch into a well
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| And send that old devil back to hell
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| Your back’s not straight like before
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| You really shouldn’t carry me no more
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| I’m much too heavy for you
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| I’m really quite a mess, yes
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| We just don’t care anymore
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| We’re crooked and were cut to the core
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| We’re just not there anymore
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| But we really don’t care do we
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| No, we couldn’t care less
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| We couldn’t care less
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| Could we? |