| I can think of younger days, when living for my life was |
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everything a man could want to do. |
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I could never see tomorrow, but I was never told |
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And, how can you mend a broken heart, how can you |
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stop the rain from falling down. |
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How can you stop, the sun from shining, |
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What makes the world go round. |
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How can you mend this broken man, |
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How can a loser ever win. |
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Please help me mend my broken , |
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I can still feel the breeze, that rustles through the trees. |
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and misty memories of day's gone by. |
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We could never see tomorrow, no one said a word |
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And, how can you mend a broken heart, how can you |
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stop the rain from falling down. |
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How can you stop, the sun from shining, |
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What makes the world go round. |
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How can you mend this broken man, |
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How can a loser ever win. |
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Please help me mend my broken , |
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