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Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Her Heart Is Not Cold It's Just Broken
© 2012 Mark Cote
Wandering
like the moon in the sky
and love is all above her
been hit hard by the dark side of life
in one way or another
(chorus) Her heart
her heart is not cold it's just broken
with the words
that were and were never spoken
don't judge what you cannot see
her heart is not cold it's just broken
If the breeze that blows is too chilly
you better leave
if you cannot see
she clings
to the spark in her heart
like a pirate's buried treasure
it sinks
deeper and deeper in the sand
almost too deep to measure
(chorus)
(instrumental)
(chorus)
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