There's a hole in my heart Where you used to be Everyone knows the story Everyone but you and me
And I know there've been times When I've been wrong To leave you in the morning To leave you on your own
And your shoulders were Bigger than they first appeared And your face got older So you covered it up with a beard
Where's the boy I used to know Whom I met one night in the Manhattan snow
Now there's a hole in my hand Which ou used to hold Everyone knows the story But the story's getting old
And I know there've been times When I've been right To leave you in the morning But to stay for the night
And your shoulders were Bigger than they first appeared And your face got older So you covered it up with a beard
Where's the boy I used to know Whom I met one night in the Manhattan snow
And now jeans are blue and eyes are red From all the wicked things you said I've been sitting here alone For days, for weeks, for years
Friends fall out when words fall in And I can't tell where to begin Drinks get downed and cards get swapped But I'm falling on deaf ears
Where's the boy I used to know Whom I met one night in the Manhattan snow
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