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The days our hearts get broken are dark cold and rainy days We stand there in silence watching what we love the most slowly fade away Beyond our control Beyond our reach Slowly slipping through our fingers Can u tell Where do broken hearts go to mend Where do they go to be healed Where do they go to be made whole Where do they go to mend Carrying the pain of losing Holding the sorrows of precious things lost Cradling the hurt of crushed dreams Can u tell Please tell Where do broken hearts go to mend Behind brightly painted masks  with plastic smiles Rivers of tears are flowing Laughter only echoes darkness and weeping Do you know Where do broken hearts go to mend Broken promises and broken dreams Tear souls into pieces Sunny day smiles cannot hide the hurt and pain inside Please tell Where do broken hearts go to mend They go to the ONE who willingly gave his heart to break He has the most precious broken heart of all Broken for all mankind Broken for sin Given to sorrow Christ is where broken hearts  go to mend.
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 7:59 AM UTC
Where do broken hearts go
The days our hearts get broken are dark cold and rainy days We stand there in silence watching what we love the most slowly fade away Beyond our control Beyond our reach Slowly slipping through our fingers Can u tell Where do broken hearts go to mend Where do they go to be healed Where do they go to be made whole Where do they go to mend Carrying the pain of losing Holding the sorrows of precious things lost Cradling the hurt of crushed dreams Can u tell Please tell Where do broken hearts go to mend Behind brightly painted masks  with plastic smiles Rivers of tears are flowing Laughter only echoes darkness and weeping Do you know Where do broken hearts go to mend Broken promises and broken dreams Tear souls into pieces Sunny day smiles cannot hide the hurt and pain inside Please tell Where do broken hearts go to mend They go to the ONE who willingly gave his heart to break He has the most precious broken heart of all Broken for all mankind Broken for sin Given to sorrow Christ is where broken hearts  go to mend.
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 7:59 AM UTC
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