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What can you do
When you look at the shards
That scarred you
What can you do
When your ten times broken
Whos eyes can you meet
When you just want your bed
When you can't find your feet
What can you do
When your ten times broken
Who can you ask
When you carried the flag
And you failed at the task
What can you do
When your ten times broken
So who'll take me on ?
Who'll be be father and mother
And daughter and son
What more can you do
When your ten miles broken
So who'll pay the bills
As your stuck in the gutter
With your wine and your pills
Who'll carry the cans and demands
Of the broken?
And who'll pay the cost
Of your mornings your evenings
Your days and nights lost
Who'll give a toss
For the ten miles broken
Who can say light
In my darkest of dreams
Were just Sunbeams
Who'll give me high five
For the songs of the the broken
And who will say “Yes”
It's “No” Better guess
“I'm sorry we dont know you..you became such a mess”
Sure we can't spare a dime
For the broken
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