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chapman tracy - Matters Of The Heart

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I lose my head
From time to time
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
But I asked before
Your reply was kind and polite
One wants more
When one`s denied
I make a fool of myself
In matters of the heart
I won`t call it love
But it feels good to have passion in my life
If there`s a battle
I hope my head always defers to my heart
In matters of the heart
I guess I`m crazy to think
I can give you what you don`t want
I make a fool of myself
In matters of the heart
I`ve made myself sick
I can`t think of anything else
I can`t sleep at night
I make a fool of myself
In matters of the heart
I wish that I had the power
To make these feelings stop
I lose all self control
In matters of the heart
I can`t believe
It`s so hard to find someone
To give affection to
And from whom you can receive
I guess it`s just the draw of the cards
In matters of the heart
You caught me off guard
Somehow you reached me
Where I thought I had nothing left inside
I`ve learned a lesson I`ve been edified
In matters of the heart
I`ve spent my nights
Where the sleeping dogs lie
Not by your side
It feels so lonely
Once again I`ve left too much to chance
In matters of the heart
Here I sit
I`m feeling sorry for myself
It`s quite a sight
But I have you to thank
For reminding me
We`re all alone in this world
And in matters of the heart
I`m already missing you
Although we won`t say good-byes
Until tomorrow afternoon
Maybe when and if I see you again
We`ll see eye to eye
In matters of the heart
I have no harsh words for you
I have no tears to cry
If the moon were full
I`d be howling inside
It only hurts
In matters of the heart
If today were my birthday
I`d be reborn
As Bronte`s bird a bird that could fly
And all accounts would be settled
In matters of the heart
Matters of the heart

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