WHERE ARE THE PIECES OF MY HEART
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(Hugh Prestwood)
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You took your suitcase and your toothbrush
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And walked out in your walking shoes
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You left behind this little letter breaking me the news
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But now some things of mine are missing
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Some things that I could dearly use
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And since the evidence points to you
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I must accuse
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I don't mean to be unfriendly
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All I want is to be fair
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I'll be more than glad to share
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But you gotta tell me where
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Are the pieces of my heart
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It was bad enough to break it
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After all that we've been through
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But then to go on and take it
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Was unkind of you
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Every night I feel so empty
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This pain is more than I can bear
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Even if you do not care
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You just gotta tell me where
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Are the pieces of my heart
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It's not the first time it's been broken
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It's been dropped a time or two
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I got to piece it together
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And then get over you
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Where even if you do not care
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You just gotta tell me where
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Are the pieces of my heart
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Where even if you do not care
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You just gotta tell me where
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Are the pieces of my heart
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Where Are The Pieces Of My Heart
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| Barbara Mandrell |
