| I lose my head
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| From time to time
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| I make a fool of myself
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| In matters of the heart
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| We should have been holding each other
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| Instead we talked
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| I make a fool of myself
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| In matters of the heart
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| But I asked before
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| Your reply was kind and polite
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| One wants more
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| When one’s denied
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| I make a fool of myself
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| In matters of the heart
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| I won’t call it love
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| But it feels good to have passion in my life
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| If there’s a battle
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| I hope my head always defers to my heart
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| In matters of the heart
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| I guess I’m crazy to think
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| I can give you what you don’t want
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| I make a fool of myself
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| In matters of the heart
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| I wish that I had the power
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| To make these feelings stop
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| I lose all self control
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| In matters of the heart
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| I can’t believe
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| It’s so hard to find someone
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| To give affection to And from whom you can receive
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| I guess it’s just the draw of the cards
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| In matters of the heart
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| You caught me off guard
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| Somehow you reached me Where I thought I had nothing left inside
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| I’ve learned my lesson I’ve been edified
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| In matters of the heart
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| I’ve spent my nights
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| Where the sleeping dogs lie
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| Not by your side
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| It feels so lonely
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| Once again I’ve left to much to chance
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| In matters of the heart
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| Here I sit
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| I’m feeling sorry for myself
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| It’s quite a sight
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| But I have you to thank
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| For reminding me We’re all alone in this world
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| And in matters of the heart
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| I’m already missing you
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| Although we won’t say good-byes
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| Until tomorrow afternoon
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| Maybe when and if I see you again
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| We’ll see eye to eye
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| In matters of the heart
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| I have no harsh words for you
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| I have no tears to cry
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| If the moon were full
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| I’d be howling inside
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| It only hurts
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| In matters of the heart
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| If today were my birthday
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| I’d be reborn
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| As Bronte’s bird a bird that could fly
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| And all accounts would be settled
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| In matters of the heart
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| Matters of the heart |