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(Warren Zevon)
When I was young
The sky was filled with stars
I watched them burn out one by one
I've had my share
Of disappointing love affairs
And I'm no stranger to disillusionment
Little darlin'
If you need a helping hand
If you need someone
You can count on me
And I will understand
CHORUS
Heartache spoken here
I know a thing or two about heartbreak and tears
So come on down, we'll talk about it
Heartache spoken here
Heartache spoken here
I know a thing or two about heartbreak and tears
So come on down, we'll talk about it
Heartache spoken here
A house of cards
A castle made of sand
Don't take much to blow away
Rows and rows
Of broken hearts and broken homes
so much sadness, you see it every day
Litt darlin'
If you need a helping hanad
If you need someone
You can count on me
And I will understand
CHORUS
I know it hurts so
When the one you love don't need you
I now the sorrow
That a reckless heart can lead to
CHORUS
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