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» your heart is brokenTo your surpriseYou’re sick of cryingFor blue eyesSo tired of livingMisunderstoodCome, sorrow is so peculiarIt comes in a day, then it’ll never leave youYou take a pill, wonder if it will fix youThey wonder why sorrow has