Book of Broken Hearts

Book of broken hearts, broken hearts

Book of broken hearts, broken heartsWe had a good thang

But not enough

To keep the engine humming

To tune it up

You don't wanna chit chat

I get that yeah

About the way your day has gone

If I didn't call ya on the phone

I swear we wouldn't talk at allAnd now the ragtop 560 is still running (running)

But don't feel quite the same without you

So justPaint my picture in the book of broken hearts

I had so much love to give to you

Now I don't know who to give it to, so just

Paint my picture in the book of broken hearts

I've got to find someone new to give it toBook of broken hearts, broken hearts

Book of broken hearts, broken heartsWell I don't remember, no

The day Whitney Houston died

But I won't ever forget

The red dress you wore that night

We sipped Amaretto to let go

Iced out 'cause we're on the rocks

And I had the Air Max from Fairfax

Still sinking like cinder blocksAnd now the ragtop 560 is still running (running)

But don't feel quite the same without you, so justPaint my picture in the book of broken hearts

I had so much love to give to you

Now I don't know who to give it to, so just

Paint my picture in the book of broken hearts

I've got to find someone new to give it toOh you really got me out here

Oh you really got me out here

Holding on to a smoking gun

And I don't know which way to run soPaint my picture in the book of broken hearts

I had so much love to give to you

Now I don't know who to give it to, so just

Paint my picture in the book of broken hearts

I've got to find someone new to give it toBook of broken hearts, broken hearts (uh to give it to)

Book of broken hearts, broken hearts

Songwriters

ANDREW M COHENPublished by

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