(James Dean, Paul Riser & William Weatherspoon)
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As I walk this land with broken dreams
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I have visions of many things
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Love's happiness is just an illusion
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Filled with sadness and confusion.
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What becomes of the brokenhearted
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Who had love that's now departed?
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I know I've got to find
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Some kind of peace of mind, maybe
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The fruits of love grow all around
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But for me they come a-tumblin' down.
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Every day heartaches grow a little stronger
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I can't stand this pain much longer
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I walk in shadows searching for light
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Cold and alone, no comfort in sight,
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Hoping and praying for someone to care
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Always moving and going nowhere
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What becomes of the brokenhearted
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Who had love that's now departed?
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I know I've got to find
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Some kind of peace of mind, maybe
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I'm searching though I don't succeed,
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But someone look, there's a growing need.
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Oh, he is lost, there's no place for beginning,
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All that's left is an unhappy ending.
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Now what's become of the broken-hearted
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Who had love that's now departed?
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I know I've got to find
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Some kind of peace of mind
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I'll be searching everywhere
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Just to find someone to care.
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I'll be looking every day
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I know I'm gonna find a way
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Nothing's gonna stop me now
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I will find a way somehow
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(What's become, what's become,
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What's become of the brokenhearted
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What's become, what's become,
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What's become of the brokenhearted)
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I knooow, ohh yeah....
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What Becomes Of The Broken Hearted
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| Vonda Shepard |
