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You can tell the world
you never was my girl.
You can burn my cothes up when I'm gone.
And you can tell your friends
just what a fool I've been.
And laugh and joke about me on the phone.
You can tell my arms
go back into the farm.
You can tell my feet to hit the floor.
Or you can tell my lips
to tell my fingertips.
They won't be reachin' out for you no more.
But don't tell my heart,
my achy breaky heart.
I just don't think he'd understand.
And if you tell my heart,
my achy breaky heart.
He might blow up and kill this man.
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You can tell your Ma,
I moved to Arkansas.
You can tell your dog to bite my leg.
Or tell your brother Cliff,
whose first can tell my lip.
He never really liked me anyway.
Or tell your Aunt Louise,
tell anything to please.
Myself already knows I'm not O. K.
Or you can tell my eyes
to watch you for my mind.
It might be walkin' out on me today.
But don't tell my heart,
my achy breaky heart.
I just don't think he'd understand.
And if you tell my heart,
my achy breaky heart.
He might blow up and kill this man.
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Don't tell my heart,
my achy breaky heart.
I just don't think he'd understand.
And if you tell my heart,
my achy breaky heart.
He might blow up and kill this man.
Don't tell my heart,
my achy breaky heart.
I just don't think he'd understand.
And if you tell my heart,
my achy breaky heart.
He might blow up and kill this man.
Uh - uh wee!
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