| Those were the days we had high hopes
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| And promises long since broke
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| You were a friend of mine, oh-oh
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| In a more innocent time, oh-oh
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| Poetry ran like blood through our veins
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| We’d talk for hours then start up again
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| We were family, oh-oh
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| You meant so much to me, oh-oh
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| There are many of us
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| With hearts made of stone
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| (Hearts of stone)
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| You were never that strong
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| I wish I’d known
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| You got a paper heart and it’s tearing
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| You got a paper heart and it’s wearing out
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| Like yesterday’s news
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| You’d be gone before long
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| Now I hear the news, secondhand
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| What’s become of you? |
| I can’t understand
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| And it breaks my heart, oh-oh
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| That we drifted apart, oh-oh
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| You’re not real anymore
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| You’re papier-mâché
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| Whatever you were
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| Has long since blown away
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| Like a paper heart that’s been tearing
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| You got a paper heart and it’s wearing out
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| And you can’t kick
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| You’ve been down too long
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| You got a paper heart that’s been ripped up
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| Nothing left in you that ain’t mixed up
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| And I can read it in your eyes
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| That you’ll soon be gone
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| You’re not real anymore
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| You’re papier-mâché
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| Whatever you were
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| Has long since blown away
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| Like a paper heart that’s been tearing
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| You got a paper heart and it’s wearing out
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| And you can’t kick
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| You’ve been down too long
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| You got a paper heart that’s been ripped up
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| Nothing left in you that ain’t mixed up
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| And I can read it in your eyes
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| That you’ll soon be gone
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| You got a paper heart and it’s tearing
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| You got a paper heart and it’s wearing out
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| Like yesterday’s news
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| You’d be gone before long |