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I make a fool of myself In matters of the heart We should have been holding each other Instead we talked I make a fool of myself In matters of the heart
Fordítás: Tracy Chapman. Matters Of The Heart.
: Song for little man What you go and do You go and give the boy a gun Now there ain't place to run to Ain't no place to run to When he hold
you have Are never realized So You've got a big house And you drive a fancy car So what if your pockets are full If you have an empty heart You
: The love that you had In your heart is gone Any touch of sincerity Any trace of compassion What hardened your heart? What turned it to stone? What
: If these are the things that Dreams are made of Why don't I dream Anymore I've tried to tell myself Nothing's changed my dear But I look around
