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when you're dreaming with a broken heart,
the waking up is the hardest part.
you roll out of bed and down on your knees,
and for a moment you can hardly breathe.
wondering was he really here?
is he standing in my room?
no he's not, 'cause he's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....
the waking up is the hardest part.
you roll out of bed and down on your knees,
and for a moment you can hardly breathe.
wondering was he really here?
is he standing in my room?
no he's not, 'cause he's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....
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