| Heartaches and tears, so many wasted years
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| Is that my reward for loving you
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| While I played fair, your heart roamed everywhere
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| Is that my reward for being true
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| We told our old gang, of wedding plans for spring
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| But the choir never sang, and the Church bells didn’t ring
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| Now you laugh and joke, about the heart you broke
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| Is that my reward for loving you
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| Heartaches and tears, so many wasted years
|
| Is that my reward for loving you
|
| While I played fair, your heart roamed everywhere
|
| Is that my reward for being true
|
| We told our old gang, of wedding plans for spring
|
| But the choir never sang, and the Church bells didn’t ring
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| Now you laugh and joke, about the heart you broke
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| Is that my reward for loving you
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| Is that my reward for loving you… |