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Text: Marty Robbins. I Told My Heart.

I told my heart to forget her
Her little game is well known
I told my heart it's best that we part
But my heart has a mind of it's own

How foolish to think I could rule it
How silly to even begin
If I win, if I lose or if I sing the blues
I must play the game to the end

I told my heart to be careful
Don't swim where the water's too deep
It won't pay attention to things that I mention
To the danger ahead, it's asleep

Too late to turn back, it's all over
Gone is the love I have known
I got lost in the rush but I've still got a crush
'Cause my heart has a mind of it's own