Broken and beaten and I can barely breath,
And I’m tired of the same old things.
But you walked by again today, dressed up for yourself,
And you don’t know that you make my day.
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I hear ten thousand songs on the radio,
But none of them will say what I want them to
So, I’ll write you my own song without paper or a pen
And I’ll just remember how it goes.
I play a broken guitar with only three strings,
I’ve got a bucket for a drum and I can barely sing.
But, I’ll play you a love song with these three strings,
And I hope that you will hear, it’s you that I need.
Yesterday went by so slow, I didn’t see you come.
That means that it’s the weekend, and your work is done.
But, tomorrow or the next day, when you walk by
I hope you hear this melody and it makes you see.
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