All the futures finished
They've lost those who once to them did belong
Broken hearts and broken dreams
Create hearache and great songs.
And as the music dies away
A broken heart slowly heals,
One wonders if ever the same
A broken heart ever feels?
And so we dance along,
Look into each others eyes,
We think not of the future,
For we may end up as the song too...
The happiness before the heartache,
The smiles before the tears
The kisses before the hatred
The youth before aged years...
Hoipe and love it seems...
Among fantasy belongs...
For broken hearts and broken dreams
Inspire heartache and great songs...
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