They say my heart is fine, but all they see
Is lines upon a graph which rise and fall
Electric pulses through their EKG
A record of the beats both large and small
They say my heart is strong, without disease
But they can only guess what caused the pain
Because I passed their treadmill test with ease
And every scan their hospitals contain
And glad to pass this happy news along
I call you on the phone to let you know
That there is absolutely nothing wrong
They say there’s not, and so it must be so
But at the moment when I hear you speak
I feel within my chest my heart goes weak

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