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You can tell the world you never was my girl
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You can burn my clothes up when I'm gone
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You can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
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And laugh and joke about me on the phone
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You can tell my arms go back to the farm
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You can tell my feet to hit the floor
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Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips
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They won't be reaching out for you no more
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But don't tell my heart
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My achy breaky heart
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I just don't think he'd understand
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And if you tell my heart
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My achy breaky heart
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He might blow up and kill this man
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You can tell your Ma I moved to Arkansas
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You can tell your dog to bite my leg
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Or tell your brother Cliff whose fist can tell my lip
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He never really liked me anyway
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Or tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please
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Myself already knows I'm not O.K.
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Or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind
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It might be walking out on me today
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Achy Breaky Heart
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| Billy Ray Cyrus |
