My ashtray fills with broken hearts
Cigarette after cigarette counting the pieces
Of the loves all lost and I’m feeling low
They say love can be a fleeting thing
However right they’ll never know

My ashtray fills with woeful hearts
Indeed the number of loves lost increases
I tread kindly on the shards of my own fling
Shattered by the beautiful girl I owe
For the hope in me is now the thing fleeting

My ashtray fills with wounded hearts
Hurts so deep the bleeding never ceases
After a million lovers I’ve lost in a row
Having inflicted my heart with pain and sting
I don’t believe that time makes love grow

 
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