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There goes the man who gave his heart to someone,
I feel sorry for him.
For that someone just gave her to me.
Now, he's the loser an' it hurts so much to lose.
An' I feel sorry for him,
'Cause the loser, I know, could have been me.
Oh, how he loved her:
I'm sure he must have loved her almost as much as me.
But fate has frowned on him,
Then turned around and smiled on me.
There goes a man who gave his heart to someone,
I feel sorry for him.
'Cause that someone just gave her to me.
If things were different:
If he had won her heart instead of me,
I wonder if he'd find the time,
To offer sympathy.
There goes a man who gave his heart to someone,
I feel sorry for him.
For that someone just gave her to me.
