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| She said thanks but I'm broken
I guess you must have misspoken
What a laugh I've never been chosen by anyone
She was only a teen hangin' out in-between
Just a part of the scene
With mercurial smile and incurable style
She was only a dream
How's that, he didn't know a thing about
Making love to the kind of girl you read about
He said I'm glad to be broken
My daddy bet that I'd amount to nothing
He won't let anybody show him anything
He was a troubled child he'd been down for a while
Always kept to himself
Though she couldn't defend he only wanted a friend,
Now he's made something else
It's so sad, no one saw it coming,
The paper said that he hit the ground running
Oh yeah I know I'm not broken
A little cracked but still I'm not broken
I can't laugh I think that I'm choking on reality
When the world is turning for you don't turn on me
Who are you here to repair well I don't know what you mean
You could never resist glorifying despair
Well now it's coming to you and I don't really care
While I'm not the kind to insist you couldn't have missed
We must co-exist
So please listen to me
There is no such thing as human debris
Broken? I said I'm not broken
A little cracked but still I'm not broken
I want to laugh I'm not broken
I know I'm not
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