Too many hearts are broken by it You need not know why Too many lovers are spoken by it They know how to cry
Why in a parting moment I relive every day with you And why in my wildest dreams Are many tears painting thoughts of blue
Too many hearts are broken by it They dont understand Ah, if I had two speaking poets One in the either hand, they said
Too many hearts are broken by it Spoken by, broken by Too many lovers are spoken by it Spoken by, broken by
I need a hundred of you To make up my mind, yeah I need a hundred of you To let me know To let me know
Too many hearts are broken by it You need not know why Too many lovers are spoken by it They know how to cry Spoken by, broken by
Too many lovers are spoken by it Spoken by, broken by I need a hundred of you To make up my mind, yeah I need a hundred of you To let me know To let me know
I need a hundred of you I need a hundred of you I need a hundred of you I need a hundred of you
I need a hundred of you I need a hundred of you I need a hundred of you