Achy Breaky Heart
You can tell the world you never was my girl
\r\nYou can burn my clothes when I'm gone
\r\nOr you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
\r\nAnd laugh and joke about me on the phone
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\r\nYou can tell my arms to go back onto the phone
\r\nYou can tell my feet to hit the floor
\r\nOr you can tell my lilps to tell my fingertips
\r\nThey won't be reaching out for you no more
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\r\nBut don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
\r\nI just don't think it'd understand
\r\nAnd if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
\r\nHe might blow up and kill this man
\r\nOoo
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\r\nYou can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas
\r\nOr you can tell your dog to bite my leg
\r\nOr tell your brother Cliff who's fist can tell my lips
\r\nHe never really liked me anyway
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\r\nOh tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please
\r\nMyself already knows that I'm okay
\r\nOh you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind
\r\nIt might be walking out on me today
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\r\nBut don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
\r\nI just don't think it'd understand
\r\nAnd if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
\r\nHe might blow up and kill this man
\r\nOoo
\r\n
\r\nBut don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
\r\nI just don't think it'd understand
\r\nAnd if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
\r\nHe might blow up and kill this man
\r\nOoo
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\r\nDon't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
\r\nHe might blow up and kill this man
\r\nOoo
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\r\nDon't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
\r\nHe might blow up and kill this man
\r\nOoo
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