Broken
He's got a broken voice and a twisted smile,
\r\nGuess he's been that way for quite awhile,
\r\nGot blood on his shoes and mud on his brim,
\r\nDid he do it to himself or was it done to him?
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\r\nPeople think he don't look well,
\r\nBut all he needs from what I can tell,
\r\nIs someone to help wash away all the paint,
\r\nFrom his purple hands before it gets too late.
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\r\nI saw him stand alone ... under a broke street light,
\r\nSo sincere ... singing silent night,
\r\nBut the trees were full ... and the grass was green,
\r\nIt was the sweetest thing I had ever seen.
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\r\nHe may move slow,
\r\nBut that don't mean he's going nowhere,
\r\nHe may be moving slow,
\r\nBut that don't mean he's going nowhere.
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