| We’ve all got bleeding hearts
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| And every night we tear them apart
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| And every morning we stitch them back up
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| To start all over again
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| Hollywood’s got a hold of me
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| I’ve seen too many happy endings
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| I think I still believe
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| I’m gonna get that girl in the end
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| I’m the king of cliche
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| All my dreams are this way
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| How about you?
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| I’m standing in line
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| Going backwards in time
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| How about you?
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| But wait
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| My bleeding heart is on the floor
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| I’m wondering how many more?
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| So it’s another rainy day
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| Here I am, alone again
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| My bleeding heart is under arrest again
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| Staring out this window
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| Watching a silent telephone
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| Peering out into the unknown
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| And looking for a sign
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| I’m the king of cliche
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| All my dreams are this way
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| How about you?
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| I’m standing in line
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| Going backwards in time
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| How about you?
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| But wait
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| My bleeding heart is on the floor
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| I’m wondering how many more
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| Am I wrong, or am I right?
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| I think I’m going out tonight
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| Then I’ll have to wait on daylight
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| To stitch this heart up tight
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| I’m the king of cliche
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| All my dreams are this way
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| How about you?
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| I’m standing in line
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| Going backwards in time
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| How about you?
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| But wait
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| My bleeding heart is on the floor
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| I’m wondering how many more
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| But wait, my heart is on the floor
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| But wait, my heart is on the floor |