There is a place,
With a lifetime supply of glue,
I know because I've been there,
Have you?

This place is called HEARTACHE,
It's where all the broken hearts go,
Where all the yelling echos,
And all the tears flow.

All the hearts they get in line,
To get their dab of glue,
To repair the line down the middle,
That separates the two.

Some hearts take a lot of glue,
Others only a drop,
Most hearts can be fixed,
But there are some that can not.

If you see the signs to HEARTACHE,
Do please turn around,
For you do not need to be there,
It's not a very happy town.

There is a place,
With a lifetime supply of glue,
I know because I've been there,
Have you?

This place is called HEARTACHE,
It's where all the broken hearts go,
Where all the yelling echos,
And all the tears flow.

 
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