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GI didn't have to D7open up the Gbottle To Cpour out the glass of cherry Gwine
After Call the things you've said if I Gwant to look at red I A7look at this broken heart of D7mine
GYou broke my heart and D7left it slowly Gbleeding A Cstream of love as red as cherry Gwine
It Ccould have been as sweet but you Gtossed it at your feet A7Take a look at this D7broken heart of Gmine
It's a mangled mass of D7many mournful Gmoments A Csymbol of a love that was so Gblind
It Cshows that when there's hate it Gcan deteriorate A7Take a look at this broken heart of D7mine
GYou leered at love and D7laughed and left it Glying To Cwither like a grape upon the Gvine
Like a Cgarden choked with weeds like the Gflowers turned to seeds A7Take a look at this D7broken heart of Gmine
A7Take a look at this D7broken heart of Gmine