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You can tell the world, you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes when I'm gone
Oh, you can tell your friends, just what a fool I've been
And laugh and joke about me on the phone
You can tell my arms, go back onto the farm
You can tell my feet to hit the floor
Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips,
They won't be reaching out for you no more.
But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man.
Ooooooo.
You can burn my clothes when I'm gone
Oh, you can tell your friends, just what a fool I've been
And laugh and joke about me on the phone
You can tell my arms, go back onto the farm
You can tell my feet to hit the floor
Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips,
They won't be reaching out for you no more.
But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man.
Ooooooo.
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