Broken heart, bloodshot stare signs of a fool who cared too much Now she's gone and he can't remember how to live without her touch Hopin' to die but surely livin' to tell When it comes to matters of the heart there is nothing a fool won't get used to So he found someone afraid his heart would follow the heat he could hardly do more than pretend though she knew in her heart that his love was alive When it comes to matters of the heart there is nothing a fool won't get used to Now of all the things love teaches all the ways that it opens our eyes none more profound than the lesson he learned the day she walked out of his life Well when the road gets too narrow it's then he remembers her smile and he sees these words forming on her lips across a river of tears he once cried When it comes to matters of the heart there is nothing a fool won't get used to
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