Norah Jones - Broken
He`s Got A Broken Voice And A Twisted Smile,
Guess He`s Been That Way Now For Quite Awhile,
He`s Got Blood On His Shoes And Mud On His Brim,
Did He Do It To Himself Or Was It Done To Him?
Now People Say That He Don`t Look Well,
But All He Needs From What I Can Tell,
Is Someone To Help Wash Away All The Paint,
From His Purple Hands Before It Gets Too Late.
I Saw Him Stand Alone ... Under A Broken Street Light,
So Sincere ... Singing Silent Night,
But The Trees, They Were Full And The Grass Was Green,
It Was The Sweetest Thing I Had Ever Seen.
He May Move Slow,
That Don`t Mean He`s Going Nowhere,
He May Be Moving Slow,
That Don`t Mean He`s Going Nowhere.
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