| Once there was a restless father
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| Who walked out on his one and only son
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| And now he’s saving up to buy a guitar
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| So he can write his own redemption song
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| Lonely is the wayward mother, she says
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| «I swear I’m gonna get it right one of these days»
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| But once you let somebody break you down
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| You just get used to feeling that way
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| But I say
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| Nobody’s born with a broken heart
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| Nobody’s born with a broken heart
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| There’s a young man living under the freeway
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| He sleeps in any warm place he can find
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| And he’s still looking for the strangers
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| Who gave him green eyes and a restless smile
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| He spends his days on Beggars' Corner
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| As the people toss their coins and move along
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| One day a strange man with a guitar sat beside him
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| Closed his green eyes and played the boy a song
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| Hey hey
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| Nobody’s born with a broken heart
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| Nobody’s born with a broken heart
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| I’ve met so many people
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| Chained to circumstance
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| And they’re not asking for a miracle
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| All they want is a second chance
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| Sing hallelujah
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| Sing any song you wanna hear
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| Sing a song of redemption
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| Sing away, sing away your fears
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| Nobody’s born with a broken heart
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| Nobody’s born with a broken heart |