| Broken
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| Broken people
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| Walking around
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| She’s been working
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| Trying to feed that baby’s mouth
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| Hallelujah
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| She’s at the church house every Sunday morning
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| People talking, talking trying to tell her something real
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| But ain’t no talk going to pay the bills
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| Whoa, whoa ain’t it something?
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| Whoa, whoa ain’t it true?
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| Been having trouble sleeping
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| 'Bout a thousand worries creeping
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| The biggest one I got
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| I got, I got is you
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| Do you go to bed hungry?
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| Tell me, do you?
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| Murder
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| There’s more than one way to murder
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| He’s a dealer, yeah
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| Selling death on the corner
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| Retribution
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| Don’t exist south of angels
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| People talking, talking trying to tell him something real
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| But too much talking just might get you killed
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| Whoa, whoa ain’t it something?
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| Whoa, whoa ain’t it true?
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| Been having trouble sleeping
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| 'Bout a thousand worries creeping
|
| The biggest one I got
|
| I got, I got is you
|
| Whoa, whoa ain’t it something?
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| Whoa, whoa ain’t it true?
|
| Been having trouble sleeping
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| 'Bout a thousand worries creeping
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| Biggest one I got
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| I got, I got is you
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| Do you go to bed hungry?
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| Tell me, do you? |