Happens to the Heart

I was always workin' steady but I never called it art
 I got my shit together meeting Christ and reading Marx
 It failed my little fire but it spread a dying spark
 Go tell the young Messiah what happens to the heart
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 There's a mist of summer kisses where I tried to double park
 The rivalry was viscious, the women were in charge
 It was nothing, it was business, but it left an ugly mark
 I've come here to revisit what happens to the heart
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 I was selling holy trinkets, I was dressing kind of sharp
 I let pussy in the kitchen and a panther in the yard
 In the prison of the gifted I was friendly with the guards
 So I never had to witness what happens to the heart
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 I shoulda seen it coming, after all I knew the chart
 Just to look at her was trouble, it was trouble from the start
 Sure we played a stunning couple, but I never liked the part
 It ain't pretty, it ain't subtle, what happens to the heart
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 Now the angel's got a fiddle, the devil's got a harp
 Every soul is like a minnow, every mind is like a shark
 May have broken every window, but the house
 The house is dark, I care but very little
 What happens to the heart
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 Then I studied with this beggar, he was filthy, he was scarred
 By the claws of many women he had failed to disregard
 No fable here, no lesson, so singing meadowlark
 Just a filthy beggar guessing what happens to the heart
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 I was always workin' steady, but I never called it art
 It was just some old convention like the horse before the cart
 I had no trouble betting on the flood against the Ark
 You see, I knew about the ending, what happens to the heart
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 I was handy with a rifle, my father's 303
 I fought for something final, not the right to disagree