| Oh they came with curious mind
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| With vision and grace of child
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| Through the velvet veil of hope
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| Gentle souls, chocked with rope
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| And they found their pleasure in truth
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| Which they carved the hearts of men
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| But the hearts of men were false
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| A waste of time, a waste of breath
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| Hearts of fortune carry me with you
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| Hearts of fortune, run, run, run
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| Hearts of fortune, run, run
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| Oh they fought with lyrical cause
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| But their handsome hearts were torn
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| When they saw that love was lost
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| Brilliant victim, covered in shame
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| Many are the hands that sweat
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| Many are the hearts that roam
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| Through the laughter, tears, and pain
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| Carry you away, carry you home
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| Hearts of fortune, carry me with you
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| Hearts of fortune, run, run, run
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| Hearts of fortune, run, run
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| Prince and poet and beast
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| Bitterness, pride and peace
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| Gather them with you close
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| Dance as once, dance with me
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| Oh dance with me!
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| Hearts of fortune, carry me with you
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| Hearts of fortune, run, run, run
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| Hearts of fortune, run, run |