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Where do all the broken toys go?
It is there that I think I belong;
If the world lets me through
And I let go of you,
Then maybe I won't get this wrong.

Where do all the forgotten ones go?
If I remember them, will they come back?
I'll find truth in this lie
Then dream in the Sky
And hope that I'm on the right track.

Where do all the shattered hopes go?
Maybe I can find my peace there.
Flying deep into Bliss
With my soul and your kiss
And a heart that refuses to share.



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