Pick Up Your Heart

Maybe we could be friends,
Maybe we could still talk
And if I had wings on my ass
Maybe I wouldn’t need to walk

It’s not to do with you
I need some time alone
I told her I’ve got some time you can have
She said she had plenty of her own

Pick up your heart she said
Pick up your heart

So every time I call
I wonder why I didn’t learn
About the last time before
You know it makes it hurt more and more

But now I feel really great
Just like a hundred cents
Someone left out on the railroad track
To see how flat they’d get

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Pick up your heart she said
Pick up your heart
I’ll mop up all the blood and tears
But you can’t just leave it here

If you were a queen
And I your loyal servant
Would you leave my body in the guillotine
And kick my head around in the dirt

If pain was a language
You could be a great author
And I could be the murder victim
In all your best selling novels

Chorus

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