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I know this time, I'm back in line I don't need to worry, 'bout this heart of mine Maybe we won't have to part, Cuz maybe there will be, Traces of the special man On the other side of me Just remember in the end You'll be gazing down At the broken pieces of me That'll be there on the ground. Maybe you'll stop for a moment Maybe you'll take the time And maybe you'll take the chance To put my pieces back in line. I know this time I'm back in line I don't need to worry About this heart of mine
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