| I got your postcard scribbled from a nowhere town
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| Said «I think I still love you»
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| From somewhere, I’m not USA
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| And I still think about you too
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| Well tearing it up was easy
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| You never think it’s going to end
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| Fixing is harder, believe me
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| Damn I wish I knew it back
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| Because hearts don’t break that way
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| They make a thousand little pieces
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| Without a number or a name
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| Trying to put them back together
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| But they just don’t beat the same
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| Oh hearts, hearts don’t break that way
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| There’s one more last time midnights
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| Or just patches on a rainy day
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| They’re aren’t no bolts or band-aids to make the leaving go away
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| Well you can fix a crack in a windshield
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| A little money makes a motor run
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| But’s all or nothing
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| Gonna cost you something
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| When you love and lose someone
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| Because hearts don’t break that way
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| They make a thousand little pieces
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| Without a number or a name
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| Trying to put them back together
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| But they just don’t beat the same
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| Oh hearts, hearts don’t break that way
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| Way
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| Break that way
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| Way
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| Hearts don’t break that way
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| See once it’s busted up, you’re out of luck
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| There’s nothing you can do or say
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| Honey, hearts don’t break that way
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| They make a thousand little pieces
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| Without a number or a name
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| Trying to put them back together
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| But they just don’t beat the same
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| Yeah, hearts
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| Wish somebody told me that hearts
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| Hearts don’t break that way
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| Way
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| Hearts don’t break that way, yeah
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| Way
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| Hearts don’t, I wish they did
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| But hearts don’t, hearts don’t break that way |