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By michael mcdonald Broken heart, bloodshot stare, Signs of a fool who cared too much Now she抯 gone and he can抰 remember How to live without her touch Hopinto die but surely livinto tell 抍ause when it comes to matters of the heart There is nothing a fool won抰 get used to After all the whiskey and wisdom he could swallow He thought it was time to start loving again So he found someone and prayed his heart would follow But he could hardly do more than pretend And though she knew in her heart that his love was lie When it comes to matters of the heart There is nothing a fool won抰 get used to Well, of all the things love teaches Of all the ways that it opens our eyes No more profound than the lesson he learned The day she walked out of his life When the road gets most narrow It抯 then he remembers her smile And he sees these words forming on her lips Across a river of tears he once cried 抍ause when it comes to matters of the heart There is nothing a fool won抰 get used to No there is nothing a fool won抰 get used to