C You're where all the poets goG you"re where all the ashes blowAm You're he kind of maker That makes the whole world come trueF My baby shes inside me nowC I made her a place to settle downG Its close to my heartAm she likes the soundF Its twenty minutes out of townC Airline water breaking fastG In New York city, low on cashAm Another week and you'll be backF And you'll be staying home at last ChorusDm But don't act brokenG Even when you're brokenC F Its just one of those thingsDm G Thank god you're timeless cause my watch got stolenC F Its the good stuff that you bringDm G C Don't be crushed Verse 2C This city will always bug you babyG I know for me it does the sameAm Its pretty i supose form inside a planeF Thats heading for another placeC But wave and blow me one more kissG You're a dead eye, baby you never missAm There's not much else as sweet as thisF I waved so hard i broke my wrist ChorusDm G C Don't be crushed
Dont Be Crushed
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