| I tried to paint my world black and white
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| But time has only blurred all the lines
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| We’re all just flesh and blood, skin and bones
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| But I failed to see that I had blinders on
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| 'Cause it’s easy to turn and look the other way
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| But it’s hard to try to put yourself
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| In another man’s place
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| So, tell me where do the wounded hearts belong
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| Somewhere fought holes without a home
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| 'Cause everybody knows what it’s like to be alone
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| Holding' it together with your belly hanging on
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| Tell me where do the wounded hearts belong
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| It may seem hard to know where to begin
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| I found that it’s best to start by listening
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| 'Cause when you think that you figured it out
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| Is likely when I feel come crashing bout
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| 'Cause, it’s easy to turn and look the other way
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| Until the people you’ve been running from
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| Standing in your face
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| Somebody tell me, where do the wounded hearts belong
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| Somewhere fought holes without a home
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| 'Cause everybody knows what it’s like to be alone
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| Holding' it together with your belly hanging on
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| Tell me where do the wounded hearts belong
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| I know I’ll never be a Superman but
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| Even the simple man can understand what it means
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| To have a helping' hand…
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| So, tell me where do the wounded hearts belong
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| Somewhere fought holes without a home
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| 'Cause everybody knows what it’s like to be alone
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| Holding' it together with your belly hanging on
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| Tell me where do the wounded hearts belong |