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Like a broken winged, like a broken bird |
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She senses every damn thing that's near her |
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And nothing in the light of day could see how |
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Her happiness faded away |
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Her happiness faded away with the night |
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Away with the dawn |
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As the sea faring gun |
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The fish and the heron |
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Walking stiffly, the stalker of oblivion |
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Keep me alive in this |
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Stars at night |
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And they shine on you either way |
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Broken wing on the bird |
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A broken wing |
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He did not have to break |
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Only reading, reading the long signs |
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And thinking, hell |
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Where his arm is |
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Just saying |
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Could it be I'm just saying the safe thing again |
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And, Ladies and Gentlemen |
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Can't reread on the help |
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Lend me your fires, 'cause I'm broken winged |
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Could be anything, anything |
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Any day, any time or year or month |
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Satisfied, are you satisfied |
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Now that you're satisfied |
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Done it again |
