| If not me then someone else
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| Who will feel the pain I felt
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| I may be an old face from a photograph
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| You may look at me and laugh
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| Till it’s your turn to sing the blues
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| Knowing what you had to lose
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| I may be an old fool from her former life
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| Till you find out what it’s like
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| She’ll make you feel like you’re the centre
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| Of a place without a trace
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| Of any man who’s gone before
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| Join us now
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| The brotherhood of the broken
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| And we’ll be proud to welcome one of ours
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| Join our chain
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| Where all the links are broken
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| I didn’t know her that well
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| I did not know her that well
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| And if not you then someone else
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| Who will fall like you and melt
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| And you’ll be an old foe that she left for him
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| Occasionally mentioned
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| Till it’s his turn and he’ll relate
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| To what it’s like to be replaced
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| You may be an old fool
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| From her former days
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| Till he finds himself erased
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| He may find her in a corner
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| And provide for her a shoulder
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| As she cries her toles of you
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| He doesn’t know he’s just a ladder
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| For her to clumb up to the rooftops
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| Where she’ll find a better view
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| And he’ll join us now
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| The brotherhood of the broken
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| And we’ll be proud to wolcome one of ours
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| Join our chain
|
| Where all the links are broken
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| He did not know her that well
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| You did not know her that well
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| I did not know her so well
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| We did not know her that well
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| You may hold her in the winter
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| And feel like you’re the only man
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| Who’s ever loved her before
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| So join us now
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| In the brotherhood of the broken
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| And we’ll be proud to welcome one of ours
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| Join our chain
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| Where all the links are broken
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| I didn’t know her that well
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| You did not know her that well
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| You did not know her that well |