"My Blinded Heart" lyrics

"My Blinded Heart"

My blinded heart, these binding chains
Are gonna make a loner-traveling-onward out of me
I'm just a rambler at heart for a constant change
Cause constant sorrow follows me all of my days

Well I'm a careless lover grieving over all the angst
And the hearts that cannot break
And its breaking mine
If the tides should turn and I'll learn all they know
Could I let you go if that should ever come time

My blinded heart, these binding chains
Are gonna make a loner-traveling-onward out of me

When did all the good times turn to hard lines on my face
And leave me so far from my place, right by your side
When did all the sad songs that we used to know
Come to haunt me so, each lonely night

My blinded heart, these binding chains
Are gonna make a loner-traveling-onward out of me
I'm just a rambler at heart for a constant change
Cause constant sorrow follows me all of my days
Cause constant sorrow follows me all of my days


Writer(s): Andrew Marlin
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