All the little pieces come apart
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All the little pieces of your heart
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I look at all the children
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whose hearts are strong
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running down the streets like nothings wrong
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I look at all the frineds I knew
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Now some have changed
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Some I know will always be the same
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Nobody knows what happens when the moon blew now
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Nobody knows, Nobody knows
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That all the little pieces come apart
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All the little pieces of your heart
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All the little pieces come apart
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All the little pieces of your heart
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If you happen to look away from the people
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and you feel the prick from pins and the needles
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all which have been stuck into your arms
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and all of your cries have been false alarms
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and you can't pick up the pieces
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no, you can't pick up the pieces
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awwwwww....
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I look at all the children whose hearts are strong
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Running down the streets like nothings wrong
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I look at all the friends I've known
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Some have changed
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Some will always stay same
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Nobody know that all the little pieces
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all the little pieces
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all the little pieces come apart
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all the little pieces of your heart
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all the little pieces
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all the little pieces
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all the little pieces come apart
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all the little pieces of your heart
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All The Little Pieces
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| Louis XIV |
