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I blend into the background
As the waitress says "last call"
A counterpoint companion
To the smoke and alcohol
I'm not the main attraction
A sideman, not a star
But until they turn the lights out
I'll be your hired heart
You don't really see me
In this corner of the bar
Guess I've learned to hide behind
The shape of my guitar
And even when you hum along
When your old favorite starts
I'm not the one you really want
I'm just your hired heart
Everybody knows
Nothing ever goes the way it should
Now would I ever treat myself so bad
If the money weren't so good?
Everybody knows
Nothing ever goes the way it should
Now would I ever treat myself so bad
If the money weren't so good?
So I'll keep on singing
What we're both afraid to feel
Oh, how your heart is aching
For a time when love was real
And even in this moment
There's a flame inside the spark
But I'll never feel the fire
No, I'm just your hired heart
I'm just your hired heart
Written by: Rex Richard Strother, Tom Prasada-Rao

