Nhạc sĩ: Quincy Jones
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One heart to trade or sellOne heart, an empty shellPerhaps I'll stop in some pawnbroker shopAnd see what he might payFor second-hand hearts todayOr old dreams I'll never useOhThe songs I'd love to loseSuch worthless thingsWhat scale could measure themWhat all a fool could beA fool like meAnd treasure themBut since you're goneOhOhI wear you on this heartHow could I pawn this heartThat still was youHaven't thought shopSuch worthless thingsWhat scale could measure themWhat all a fool could beA fool like meAnd treasure themBut since you're goneI wear you on this heartThat's the end of you