| You took your suitcase and your toothbrush
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| And walked out in your walking shoes
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| You left behind this little letter breaking me the news
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| But now some things of mine are missing
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| Some things that I could dearly use
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| And since the evidence points to you
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| I must accuse
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| I don’t mean to be unfriendly
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| All I want is to be fair
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| I’ll be more than glad to share
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| But you gotta tell me where
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| Are the pieces of my heart
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| It was bad enough to break it After all that we’ve been through
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| But then to go on and take it Was unkind of you
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| Every night I feel so empty
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| This pain is more than I can bear
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| Even if you do not care
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| You just gotta tell me where
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| Are the pieces of my heart
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| It’s not the first time it’s been broken
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| It’s been dropped a time or two
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| I got to piece it together
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| And then get over you
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| Where even if you do not care
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| You just gotta tell me where
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| Are the pieces of my heart
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| Where even if you do not care
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| You just gotta tell me where
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| Are the pieces of my heart |