It's morning
So I'll check and see
If my broken heart
Is there for me
And sure enough
Between my breasts
A familiar ache
That's come to rest
So now I'll go
About my day
And feel the hurt
Until I lay
Back in my bed
To dream you're here
And smile at last
Because you're near
But then I'll wake
And once more see
That my broken heart
Is reality
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