Aching Heart
Jen Wood
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Your aching heart
And your still face
And your still grace
Your hands are torn and worn
Like a pair of tossed away gloves
Your faith is dwindling
And you don't believe in a thing called love
You're holding your breath
You're blue in the face
Afraid that you might drown
You just might drown
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