Book of broken hearts
Broken hearts
Book of broken hearts
Broken hearts
We had a good thing
But not enough, no
But you keep the engine humming
To tune it up
You don't wanna chit chat, I get that, yeah
About the way your day has gone
If I didn't call you on the phone
That's why we never talk at all
And now the ragtop, about sixty's still running
But it don't feel quite the same without you
So just, lay my picture in the book of broken hearts
I had so much love to give to you
Now I don't know who to give it to
So just, lay my picture in the book of broken hearts
I got to find someone new to give it to
Book of broken hearts
Broken hearts
Book of broken hearts
Broken hearts
Well I don't remember
The day Whitney Houston died
But I won't ever forget, no
The red dress you wore that night
You sipped amaretto [?], yeah
Iced out cause we're on the rocks
And I had the [?] from [?], whoa
Still sinking like cinder blocks
But now the ragtop, about sixty's still running
But it don't feel quite the same without you
So just, lay my picture in the book of broken hearts
I had so much love to give to you
Now I don't know who to give it to
So just, lay my picture in the book of broken hearts
I got to find someone new to give it to
You really got me out here
Ooh, you really got me out here
Holding on to a smoking gun
And I don't know which way to run
So just, lay my picture in the book of broken hearts
I had so much love to give to you
Now I don't know who to give it to
So just, lay my picture in the book of broken hearts
I got to find someone new to give it to
Book of broken hearts
Broken hearts (ooh, to give it to)
Book of broken hearts
Broken hearts
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