Sometimes he does it, he don't even know
That's when he catches me off guard
He pulls his jacket on and he says we've gotta go
A fallen, fallen, fallen heart
Comes home with sunburns on his shoulders
I love the way he mows the yard
What will he be like when he's older?
A fallen, fallen, fallen heart
He brings me violets and daffodils
He stole from someone else's yard
He smiles at me and you know it kind of kills
He's always breaking my heart
I'm in the kitchen, lonely, cleaning up the plate
He is out drinking in a bar
All my friends all ask me how I got these bruises on my face
I say it's from falling, falling, falling hard
From falling, falling, falling hard
From falling, falling, falling hard
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