| I was taken prisoner and carried down
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| To a dungeon cold and bleak
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| Where my trial was a foregone conclusion
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| At which I might never speak
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| While the innocent live with freedom of speech
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| And the confidence of their wives
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| So the guilty remain on Heartbreak Hill
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| In the chains of their humdrum lives.
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| The sun beat a trail in the summer sky
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| It mounted me with desire
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| It consumed me with ease and then left me to burn
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| In the wake of its hungry fire
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| I was torn limb from limb by its passionate kiss
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| I was left in a cold deep sweat
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| Now I shiver alone on Heartbreak Hill
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| With a memory to forget.
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| It was spring when I woke from a long deep sleep
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| Inspired with a second chance
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| And I join with the newborn leaves in the trees
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| Spinning in the dance
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| As I rubbed the sleep from my deep-rimmed eyes
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| I was gratified by the sight
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| Now I see myself on Heartbreak Hill
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| In a totally different light.
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| If I’ve broken my back on the treadmill once
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| I’ve broken my heart on it twice
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| I’m not going back on Heartbreak Hill
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| At any price.
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| A man must do what a man must do A woman must do what she must
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| But neither can really be satisfied
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| Without that mutual trust
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| In the eyes of a child, there’s a simple truth
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| One can either be right or wrong
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| But if you ask those on Heartbreak Hill
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| They will sing you a different song.
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| If I’ve broken my back on the treadmill once
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| I’ve broken my heart on it twice
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| I’m not going back on Heartbreak Hill
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| At any price
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| At any price
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| At any price. |