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The disappointed |
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All shuffle round in circles |
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Their placards look the same |
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With a picture and a name |
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Of the ones who broke their hearts |
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The disappointed |
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All congregate at my house |
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XTC |
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Their voices sob with grief |
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That they want to be chief |
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Of the tribe with broken hearts |
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Once, I had no sympathy |
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For those destroyed and thrown away by love |
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Seems, your ring upon my finger |
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Signifies that I've become the spokesman of... |
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The disappointed |
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Will bear me on their shoulders |
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To a secret shadow land |
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Plays a tune for broken hearts |
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And day grows darker now |
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Everywhere, everywhere |
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The disappointed |
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Are coming in their millions |
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They're spilling from the bus |
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At a monument to us |
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Made of bits of broken heart |
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The disappointed |
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Are growing every second |
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They blot the sun to black |
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At the bottom of the pack |
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I'm the king of broken hearts |
