| Once you were a straight shot, a shiny quarter in a new slot
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| Night would keep the dreams that you got for afternoon
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| Then telling the truth got so hard, we were dancing in the backyard
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| Once I knew the end and the start, but now that’s through
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| Now you’re broken and you don’t understand
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| What is broken falls into place once again
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| Hand of kindness, come and gather me in like a rainstorm
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| Again and again and again
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| Well morning comes to clean up like nothing happened when your heart stopped
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| Like all the lawyers calling all cops to wave days through
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| So close your eyes for this long, something’s mixed up and something’s gone
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| Only fingers can you count on, and one leaves two
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| Now you’re broken and you don’t understand
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| What is broken falls into place once again
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| Hand of kindness, come and gather me in like a rainstorm
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| Again and again and again
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| I think I will break but I mend
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| And it’s these most loved losses, they are just old coin tosses
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| And it’s these most loved losses are the hardest to carry
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| I wish I were a freeway laid out clearer than a bright day
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| I’d run wide open down this causeway like brand new
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| But I’m broken and I don’t understand
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| What is broken falls into place once again
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| Hand of kindness, come and gather me in like a rainstorm
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| Again and again
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| Cause I’m broken and I don’t understand
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| What is broken falls into place once again
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| Hand of kindness, come and gather me in like a rainstorm
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| Again and again and again
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| Again and again and again
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| Again and again and again
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| I think I will break but I mend |