The heart is ever fickle
running after pretty eyes
then we're in a pickle
making excuses and telling lies.
Or looking back to a love gone by
yesterday seems finer
what we want we have already tried
it's like eating at the same diner.
To satisfy the heart with now
is a trick we haven't mastered.
Today has gotten lost somehow
for my heart's a fickle bastard.
O my heart, look within
to look without is a mortal sin.
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