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Broken (Jones Norah)

C G Dm F (2x) C G Dmi F He's got a broken voice and a twisted smile, C G Dmi F Guess he's been that way now for quite a while, C G Dmi F He's got blood on his shoes and mud on his brim, C G Dmi F Did he do it to himself or was it done to him? C G Dm F (2x) And people think 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, But that don't mean he's going nowhere, He may be moving slow, But that don't mean he's going nowhere.