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4d
That girl stole my heart

So she could turn it black

I watched through that bourbon bottle on my back

I loved her so through Santa Fe in the October snow

But she didn't love me and so it goes

But give me back my heart it's not my fault

You knew what you were doing
Written by
JDP
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