ACHY BREAKY HEART
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1. You can tell the world you never was my girl,
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you can burn my clothes up when I am gone.
You can tell your friends just what a fool I've been,
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and laugh and joke about me on the phone.
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2. You can tell my arms : Go back into the farm!
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You can tell my feet to hit the floor.
You can tell my lips to tell my fingertips,
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they won't be reaching out for you no more.
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But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart,
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I just don't think he'll understand.
But if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart,
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he might blow up and kill this man.
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3. You can tell your Ma, I moved to Arkansas,
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you can tell your dog to bite my leg.
Or tell your brother Cliff, whose fist can tell my lips,
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he never really liked me anyway.
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4. Or tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please,
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myself already knows I'm not O.K.
Or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind,
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it might be walkin' out on me one day.
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