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Matters of the Heart
Tracy Chapman
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I lose my head
From time to time
I make a fool of myself
In matters of the heart
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We should have been holding each other
Instead we talked
I make a fool of myself
In matters of the heart
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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
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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
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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
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I make 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
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I wish that I had the power
To make these feelings stop
I lose all self control
In matters of the heart
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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
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You caught me off guard
Somehow you reached me
Where I thought I had nothing left inside
I've learneda lesson, I've been edified
In matters of the heart
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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
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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
In matters of the heart
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I'm already missing you
Although we won't say goodbyes
Until tomorrow afternoon
Maybe when and if I see you again
We'll see eye to eye
In matters of the heart
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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
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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
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