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(Wayland Holyfield) |
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Faded pictures, yellow from time |
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Well worn memories of days gone by |
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Needing someone and nobody's there |
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These are the things |
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Broken dreams are made of, |
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Lord they're everywhere. |
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Oh, the tears of the lonely |
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Keep falling all the time, |
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Tears of the lonely |
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Never dry. |
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Another nightime that just never ends |
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A helpless longing for what might have been |
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Another morning to face all alone |
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These are the things |
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Broken dreams are made of, |
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They go on and on. |
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Oh, the tears of the lonely |
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Keep falling all the time, |
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Tears of the lonely |
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Never dry. |
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Oh, the Tears of the lonely |
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Keep falling all the time, |
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Tears of the lonely |
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Never dry... |
