| When you’re dreaming with a broken heart
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| The waking up is the hardest part
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| You roll out of bed and down on your knees
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| And for a moment, you can hardly breathe
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| Wondering, «Was she really here?
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| Is she standing in my room?»
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| No she’s not
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| ‘Cause she’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
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| When you’re dreaming with a broken heart
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| The giving up is the hardest part
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| She takes you in, with her crying eyes
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| Then, all at once, you have to say goodbye
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| Wondering, «could you stay my love?
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| Will you wake up by my side?»
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| No she can’t
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| ‘Cause she’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
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| Now, do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
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| Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
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| Now, do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
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| Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my, roses in my hands?
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| And would you get them if I did?
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| No you won’t
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| ‘Cause you’re gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
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| When you’re dreaming with a broken heart
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| The waking up is the hardest part |