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Where do you go, with your broken heart in tow?
What do you do with the left over you?
And how do you know, when to let go?
Where does the good go? Where does the good go?

Look me in the eye and tell me you don't find me attractive
Look me in the heart and tell me you won't go
Look me in the eye and promise no love's like ours
Look me in the heart and unbreak broken
It won't happen

It's love that leaves and breaks
The seal of always thinking of you would be
Real happy, and healthy, strong and calm
Where does the good go? Where does the good go?