| I used to be the kind of guy
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| I could laugh as well as cry
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| With a heart feather-soft and summer-warm
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| Since you’ve left me I’ve been faced
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| With emptiness that’s been replaced
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| With a heart that’s hard and heavy as a sack full of stones
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| I never thought I’d ever see
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| The man my mirror is showing me
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| Lord I must have aged ten years
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| Since you’ve been gone
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| The longest mile you’ll ever crawl
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| Is the one after you fall
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| Draggin' around a heart that’s heavy as a sack full of stones
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| With the world upon my shoulders
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| And my feelings on my sleeve
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| Every time I close my eyes at night
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| All I do is watch you leave
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| But by far the biggest curse of being left alone
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| Is draggin' around a heart that’s heavy as a sack full of stones
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| Well I tried turning to a bottle
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| But the bottle turned on me
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| I’ve tried everything
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| But nothing sets your memory free
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| I’m serving life here in a prison
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| That we once called a home
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| With a heart that’s cold and heavy as a sack full of stones
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| With the world upon my shoulders
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| And my feelings on my sleeve
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| Every time I close my eyes at night
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| All I do is watch you leave
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| But by far the biggest curse of being left alone
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| Is draggin' around a heart that’s heavy as a sack full of stones
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| Yes by far the biggest curse of being left alone
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| Is draggin' around a heart that’s heavy as a sack full of stones |