Lyric Dyin Of A Broken Heart

I told my Doctor something s wrong with me
She said gimme forty dollars and we ll look and see
Hop up on the table now we ll take some blood
Find out what you re dyin of

She called me in the morning and she said now here re the facts
Well, it isn t your liver and it isn t your back
It s not your blood sugar or the Asian flu
That s not what killing you

You re dyin of a broken heart
It really wasn t very smart
You lived through Nixon and a drug or two
Just to get your due
Dyin of a broken heart

I called my analyst said I was a mess
He said gimme hundred dollars and we ll take a test
Lie down on the couch and tell me what you dream
It really isn t what it seems

You re dyin
You re dyin of a broken heart
And I m cryin
It really wasn t very smart
I lived through Nixon and a drug or two
Just to get your due
Dyin of a broken heart

You re dyin
You re dyin of a broken heart
And I m cryin
It really wasn t very smart
I lived through Nixon and a drug or two
Just to get your due
Dyin of a broken heart

You re dyin of a broken heart
It really wasn t very smart
I lived through Nixon and a drug or two
Just to get your due
Dyin of a broken heart
(get your due)
Dyin of a broken heart
(get your due)
Dyin of a broken heart
Dyin
Dyin
Dyin