Broken

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He's got a broken voice and a 
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twisted smile,
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Guess he's been that wa__y now for 
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quite a while,
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He's got blood on his shoes and 
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mud on his brim,
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Did he do it to himself or was it 
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done to him?


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And people think he don't look well,
But all he needs from what I can 
tell,
Is someone to help wash away all the
 paint,
From his purple hands before it gets
 too late.

I saw him stand alone under a broken
 street light,
So sincere, singing silent night,
But the trees, they were full and 
the grass was green,
It was the sweetest thing I had ever
 seen.

He may move slow,
But that don't mean he's going 
nowhere,
He may be moving slow,
But that don't mean he's going 
nowhere.