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(Camp/Harrison) I been a fool for love Ever since I was a baby just a-rockin' in the cradle As a rule I was The kind that laid his feelings up front and on the table I gave her my word so many times Just to see 'em tear it apart Oh, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart I wonder just how many times A broken heart can mend Oh and, when I get back on my feet Lord, I always fall again Bridges burned Lies, goodbyes They've all left some scars Oh, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart I ought to know by now After all this debt and heartache lessons I can go with them Going through hell, tryin' to find a little heaven Seems to me every woman I meet Has leavin' down to an art Oh, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart Letras de canciones I wonder just how many times A broken heart can mend And, when I get back on my feet Lord, I always fall again Bridges burned Lies, goodbyes They've all left some scars Oh, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart Yeah, I said Bridges burned Lies, goodbyes They've all left some scars I said, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart Oh, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart From Letras Mania