| When the wind blows down this hard,
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| Many a bond is broken.
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| See the water lie on the ground
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| From where the heavens opened.
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| Lord, how will you get through this night
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| With your dreams departed?
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| And who alone will comfort you?
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| Only the broken hearted.
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| So you’ve gone beyond your means,
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| Every wound is open,
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| Your best laid plans are out of reach,
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| And all your fears unspoken.
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| Chorus
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| Sweet revenge is spoken then;
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| In the twilight it is gone.
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| To living lies with no escape,
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| Lord, I would rather be alone.
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| I press my fingers to the wood
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| To tell you of my dreaming,
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| To sing his songs from olden times,
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| To keep the love light gleaming.
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| 'Cause there’s a place where we can go,
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| Where we will not be parted.
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| And who alone will enter there?
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| Only the broken hearted.
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| Only the broken, broken hearted.
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| Only the broken, broken hearted.
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| Only the broken, broken hearted.
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| Only the broken, broken hearted |