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I've been a fool for love, ever since |
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I was a baby, just a rockin' in the cradle |
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As a rule |
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I was the kind who |
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Laid his feelings upfront on the table |
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Gave my world so many times |
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Just to see them tear it apart |
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Whoa, Lord, have a little bit of pity |
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On my poor old heart |
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I wonder just how many times a broken heart can mend |
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Oh, when I get back on my feet, |
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Lord, I always fall again |
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Rubies, furs, lies, goodbyes, they've all left some scars |
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Whoa, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart |
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Well, I ought to know by now |
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After of these dead and heartache lessons |
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I can go without going through hell |
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Trying to find a little heaven |
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Seems to me every woman |
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I meetHas leaving down to an art |
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Oh Lord, have a little bit of pity |
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On my poor old heart |
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I wonder just how many times a broken heart can mend |
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Oh, when I get back on my feet, |
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Lord, I always fall again |
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Rubies, furs, lies, goodbyes, they've all left some scars |
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Whoa, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart |
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Well, I said rubies, furs, lies, goodbyes, they've all left some scars |
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Whoa, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart |
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I said, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart |