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[ti:broken] |
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[ar:norah jones] |
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norah jones -broken |
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he's got a broken voice and a twisted smile, |
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guess he's been that way for quite awhile, |
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got blood on his shoes and mud on his brim, |
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did he do it to himself or was it done to him? |
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now people think he don't look well, |
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but all he needs from what i can tell, |
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is someone to help wash away all the paint, |
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from his purple hands before it gets too late. |
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i saw him stand alone ... |
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under a broke street light, |
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so sincere ...singing silent night, |
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but the trees were full ... |
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and the grass was green, |
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it was the sweetest thing i had ever seen. |
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he may move slow, |
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that don't mean he's going nowhere, |
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he may be moving slow, |
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that don't mean he's going nowhere. |
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