(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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