I can tell by your eyes
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that you've prob'bly been cryin' forever,
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and the stars in the sky don't mean nothin' to you,
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they're a mirror.
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I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart.
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If I stay here just a little bit longer,
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If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart,
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whoa, heart?
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If I stand all alone, will the shadow
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hide the color of my heart;
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blue for the tears, black for the night's fears.
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The star in the sky don't mean nothin' to you,
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they're a mirror.
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I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart.
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If I stay here just a little bit longer,
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if I stay here, won't you listen to my heart,
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whoa, heart?
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I don't want to talk about it, how you broke this ol' heart.
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If I stay here just a little bit longer,
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if I stay here, won't you listen to my heart,
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whoa, heart?
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My heart, whoa, heart.
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I Don`t Want To Talk About It
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| Rita Coolidge |
