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- Fickle Heart
My heart, my heart, my fickle heart
Longs for sun and lays in the dark,
Aims for love and misses the mark,
My heart, my heart, my fickle heart.
My feet, my feet, my tired feet
Have carried my fast and far in retreat
But now I'm kicking myself to sleep
- Pictures on the wall
I've climbed the mountains in Montana
Danced in the lights of New Orleans
Portland ran away with me,
And San Francisco stayed with me
Nashville made its way in between
Fell in love in Minnesota
Fell apart south of Salt Lake