I see them everyday; they're like shadows
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Tryin' to run from the pain
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But you know the pain, it always follows
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So there's nowhere to go, not really
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Sometimes I want to touch them
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Try and set them free
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But I'm afraid I might know them
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Or they will recognize me
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Where do they go? The brokenhearted
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Do they travel alone when they carry that weight
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Do they disappear without a trace
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Look into the eyes of those who know
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Can you tell me, where do they go?
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Is there a place that they go to
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That's for them alone
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Where memories are sacred
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And heartache has no home
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I see them here in the moonlight
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Searching for a sign
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That love is out there waiting
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Waiting for the right time
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Where do they go? The brokenhearted
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Do they travel alone when they carry that weight
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Do they try to return to where they started
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Do they disappear without a trace
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Look into the eyes of those who know
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Can you tell me where do they go?
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The power of love gives them strength to carry on
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Everywhere they go
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Brokenhearted
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| Pat Benatar |
