| Once you used to play a game called break a heart a day
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| Little boys were only toys that you would toss away
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| Now you want them back again, but they don’t wanna play
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| The doll house is empty
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| All the soldiers marched away and they’ve deserted you
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| Even all your puppets cut their strings and left you too
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| You’ve run out of playthings and you don’t know what to do The doll house is empty
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| A boy is not a wind-up toy
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| You play with once and then destroy
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| Love’s not something from a Five and Ten
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| Boys and toys are not the same
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| And you’re the only one to blame
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| If your playmates don’t come back again
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| Now you know the reason no one wants you anymore
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| You are not the little girl that you were once before
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| Childhood days are over and the writing’s on the door
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| The doll house is empty, now. |