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Heart Like Mine

Jim Cuddy/Greg Keelor

                      Don't you know that we're out of touch
                      Yeah we fight too much
                      How'd we ever get so messed up
                      Every night we say the craziest things
                      You know our words they once had wings

                      Now it's all covered up
                      In double-talk and lies
                      There's a stranger looking back
                      When I look in your eyes

                      I just want to find a heart like mine
                      I just want to find a heart like mine
                      A heart like mine a heart like mine

                      You call me a fool 'cause I still feel the same
                      You say that your love has changed
                      Ah here we go again
                      Close your eyes tell me what do you see
                      Do you still remember me
                      Like some Mexican diplomat
                      After the fact
                      Air-brushed from history
                      Swept under the mat

                      I just want to find a heart like mine
                      I just want to find a heart like mine
                      A heart like mine a heart like mine

                      And as I walk out the door
                      I step into a dream
                      The world's quiet and I feel free
                      But things are never what they seem
                      But then I hear you call
                      And warn myself don't go back
                      But slow motion attacks
                      Like some Mexican diplomat
                      After the fact
                      Air-brushed from history
                      Swept under the mat

                      I just want to find a heart like mine
                      I just want to find a heart like mine
                      A heart like mine a heart like mine