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Here it comes, heartache 
You wore your hair down 
I love it that way 
You reached out and touched me 

And then you faded away 
It's unreal,
While I sit here and cry
And tell me how my baby's gotten so good at goodbye
It's gonna take a fireman to put this old flame out
So come on give it
Cleveland
I should have stayed inside 

Good morning heartache
Your like an old friend 

Come and see me again testify my love
For you I know it runs
untraveled 
We talked of love untrue 
Of strings that come unraveled 
We were kings and kindred fools
And just when I'd hit bottom
That old man raised his
might've been Evan Dando
But if I was him than what the hell was I doing here
So I asked myself one simple question
What would I do with the rest of my
for heartaches and trouble good people
Lord I would not be here today
I will ramble this whole world over
At home I cannot stay
Give me corn bread
here before I cry

You've got to give our love now, baby
You got to give our love one more chance
Well that's the only way darling
That this old
here before I cry

You've got to give our love now, baby
You got to give our love one more chance
Well that's the only way darling
That this old
here before I cry
You've got to give our love now, baby
You got to give our love one more chance
Well that's the only way darling
That this old heart
movin'
We always are tourin'
Breakin hearts in cities that I leave behind
San Francisco, Sweet Chicago
I've done every hooker from here to Toledo
I charm
on to.
But now she's gone an' she's never comin' back.
An' I'm here;
I'm here an' not a day goes by that I don't miss Maryann.

Oh Lord, take away
When you're burned by the need, heartache won't let go
And you're searching in your soul for a stranger who won't say no
Steal a way to my soul
hard I was smothered covered by a world of pop tarts
And a part of the newspaper that scared me, I think it was the pop charts
And I wish I was
of troubles and by opposing end them? To die
To sleep, no more, and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir
on a station that pays,
if you want the hits, the whole hits,
and nothing but the hits... on your FM dial, keep it right here,
baby.
Modern Talking! 'Cheri