| She leaves her heart up on the shelf
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| Easier to keep, than to give to someone else
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| I see her out every Friday night
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| Makin' eyes but it don’t mean that she’s mine
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| With the cigarette smoke in the bar room talkin'
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| She comes here to be known
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| But always leaves a little more
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| Mo-ore
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| Tell me honey, do ya try
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| What’s so different about this and daylight
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| If it can’t make you cry
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| Make you mad
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| Or get you high
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| It’s just a waste of time
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| Any ol' fool can go as far
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| Dress it up and play the part
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| But it ain’t love
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| If it can’t break your heart
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| She wants a fine line between givin' in And givin' up One is just an open door
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| The other one you’re standing short
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| Tell me honey, does it cross your mind
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| That there’s more than meets the eye
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| If it can’t make you cry
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| Make you mad
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| Or get you hifh
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| It’s just a waste of time
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| Any ol' fool can go as far
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| Dress it up and play the part
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| But it ain’t love
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| If it can’t break your heart
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| I’m not running for the doorway
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| I’m not running for the doorway
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| I’m not running for the doorway
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| Don’t leave
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| I’m not running for the doorway
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| I’m not running for the doorway
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| I’m not running for the doorway
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| Don’t leave
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| Yea-Yeah
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| I’m not running for the doorway
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| I’m not running for the doorway
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| I’m not running for the doorway
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| I’m not running for the doorway
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| Yea-Yea-Yea-Yeah
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| If it can’t make you cry
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| Make you mad
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| Or get you high
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| It’s just a waste of time
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| Any ol' fool can go as far
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| Dress it up and play the part
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| But it ain’t love
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| If it can’t break your heart
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| It ain’t love
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| If It Can’t Break Your Heart |