Michael Fitzsimons

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Downhearted: Words Bob Powell, Music Mark Horse, Bluehearts ©1992
Contact mike.fitzsimons@songware.co.uk +44 7989943970

I could spit I could curse
I could fight tooth and nail
I can throw a punch with my eyes wide shut
I could swear, I could holler
I only lie down when I've had enough

But I've not started
To get downhearted

Yeah you gave me a cause
Bu no round of applause
I was waiting and waiting for the crown to leave
And I slept through the cheers
When the curtain call appeared
Until I almost ceased to breath

I've not started
To get downhearted

So I found somewhere, where I never never need to care
Yes I found somewhere, where I never never need to care

Now I've woken up with a broken mind
And I looked in the mirror
For something I left behind
On reflection I know
It only serves to show
I was looking but I was never meant to find

I've not started
To get downhearted