I wish I could teach your heart to sing
But love is such a fragile thing
Not for the likes of me.
Once I had a heart of gold
And love so pure it's kinds untold
But now I have a heart of flesh
And it beats just the same.
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| Angel with a broken wing I wish I could teach your heart to sing But love is such a fragile thing Not for the likes of me. Once I had a heart of gold And love so pure it's kinds untold But now I have a heart of flesh And it beats just the same. |
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| all text Copyright Cary Preston Richards, 1999 | |||||