Achy Breaky Heart

Tom:
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Well you can tell the world you never was my girl
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You can burn my clothes when I am gone
Or 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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You can tell my arms go back to the farm
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Or you can tell my feet to hit the floor
Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips
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They won't be reaching out for you no more

[Refrão]
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But don't tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
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I just don't think he'd understand
And 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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You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas
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Or you can tell your dog to bite my leg
Or tell your brother Cliff who's fist can tell my lip
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He never really liked me anyway
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Or tell your aunt Louise, tell anything you please
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Myself already knows I'm not ok
Or you can tell my eye to watch out for my mind
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It might be walkin' out on me today
[Refrão][3x]
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Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
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I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
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He might blow up and kill this man