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Teksty: Four Tops. What Becomes Of The Broken Hearted.

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As I walk this land of broken dreams
I have visions of many things
But happiness is just an illusion
filled with sadness and confusion

What becomes of a brokenhearted
who had love that's now departed
I know I've got to find
some kind of piece of mine, baby

The roots of love grow all around
But for me they come tumble all down
Every day,heartaches grow a little stronger (just a little stronger)
I can't stand this pain much longer

I walk in shadows,searching for a life
cold and alone,no comfort inside
Hoping and praying for someone who cares
always moving and going nowhere

What becomes of a brokenhearted

who had love that's now departed
I know I've got to find
some kind of piece of mine, help me

I'm searching though I don't succeed
For someone's love,there's a growing leaf
oh is lost there's no place for beginning
All that's left is that unhappy ending

now what becomes of a brokenhearted
who had love that's now departed
I know I've got to find
some kind of piece of mine
I'll be searching everywhere
just to find someone to care
I'll be looking every day
I know I'm gonna find a way
Nothing's gone stop me now
I will find a way somehow