(danny whitten, 1977)
I can tell by your eyes that you've prob'bly been cryin' forever,
And the stars in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror.
I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If i stay here just a little bit longer,
If i stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
If i stand all alone, will the shadow hide the color of my heart;
Blue for the tears, black for the night's fears.
The star in the sky don't mean nothin' to you, they're a mirror.
I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart.
If i stay here just a little bit longer,
If i stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
I don't want to talk about it, how you broke this ol' heart.
If i stay here just a little bit longer,
If i stay here, won't you listen to my heart, whoa, heart?
My heart, whoa, heart.
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