He's just a small fry. A bit too gun shy.
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To have his heart touched without a glove
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He looks at strangers as potential dangers
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Trying to Steal his aimless love.
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Love has no mind. It can't spell unkind.
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It's never seen a heart shaped like a Valentine
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For if love knew him. It'd walk up to him
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And introduce him to an aimless love
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I been out walking. Kinda pillow talking
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To anyone that has the time for me
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For there are some folks they think that love chokes.
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It ties and keeps them from being free
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Love has no mind. It can't spell unkind
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It's never seen a heart shaped like a Valentine
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For if love knew you. It'd walk up to you
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And introduce you to an aimless love
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Do you look at strangers as potential dangers
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Trying to steal your aimless love.
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Love has no mind. It can't spell unkind
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It's never seen a heart shaped like a Valentine
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For if love knew you. It'd walk up to you
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And introduce you to an aimless love
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And introduce you to an aimless love
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Aimless Love
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John Prine |