Goodbyes Don't
Goodbyes, don't do anything, they only play with my heart like a
guitar because that's what you did to me. Oh yeah, that's what you
did to me.
Now you got me standing in the pouring rain
crying. Ain't that a shame? Where did we go
wrong? Just seeing your face makes me
wanna, cry. Ain't that a shame?
Maybe this won't be the last time that I see you. Or am I just losing my mind?
While you're holding her hand. I hope that your goodbyes don't play with her
heart like a guitar. And make her feel the way that you made me feel after you'd
played with my heart like a guitar.
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