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When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll out of bed and down on your knees
And for a moment you can hardly breathe

Wondering, "Was he really here?
Is she standing in my room?"
No, he's not. 
'Cause he's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part

He takes you in with his crying eyes
Then all at once you have to say goodbye

Wondering, "Could you stay my love?
Will you wake up by my side?"
But he can't 
'Cause he's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone