| A fortune I would pay if I thought it would heal
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| The pile of broken hearts on the top of the hill
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| Loves like a hurricane a runaway train
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| We take our chances on the numbers we play
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| I miss my friend with the heartbeat smile x2
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| On the east side of the bay we’d watch the parade
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| I miss my friend with the heartbeat smile
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| Hear the roar of the crowd the lights from above
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| Empty seats take their toll all you’ve given is love
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| The man from japan plays a crooked guitar
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| And the songs that he sings live in dungeons and bars
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| I miss my friend with the heartbeat smile x2
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| On the east side of the bay we’d watch the parade
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| I miss my friend with the heartbeat
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| We laughed and we roared
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| We staggered and fell
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| We greeted the sun with another tall tale
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| San Francisco, New York, the alleys of Rome
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| I wished I’d been there to carry you home
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| I miss my friend with the heartbeat smile x2
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| On the east side of the bay we’d watch the parade
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| I miss my friend with the heartbeat
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| With the heartbeat
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| With the heartbeat smile |