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(shawn camp/jim rushing) |
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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 |