| I stood in the street in the pouring rain
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| Didn’t give a damn about anything
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| I said take me
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| Oh Lord, just take me
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| I went back in the house, picked up this guitar
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| And somehow my fingers found their way to my heart
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| And it saved me
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| Oh Lord, it saved me
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| I’m not proud of my mistakes
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| But thanks to you, I’ve got so much to say
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| Cause the best songs come from broken hearts
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| From busted dreams and beat up guitars
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| It’s times like these, when I’m down on my knees
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| It’s true
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| Yeah, you gotta dig deep within the well of your soul
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| To find the will to sing the words that only you know
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| About going through hell and living to tell the truth
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| But the best songs come from broken hearts
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| I fell for a dream, It was not what it seemed
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| By the time I woke up I had lost everything
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| Thought I’d die without you
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| But I came to life without you
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| Yeah, cause God has a way of working things out
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| If not for the music, where would I be now?
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| I’m gonna write about you
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| You bet I’m gonna write about you
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| Cause despite the obvious mistake
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| Thanks to you, now I’ve got so much to say
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| Cause the best songs come from broken hearts
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| From busted dreams and beat up guitars
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| It’s times like these, when I’m down on my knees
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| It’s true
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| Yeah, you gotta dig deep within the well of your soul
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| To find the will to sing the words that only you know
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| About going through hell and living to tell the truth
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| But the best songs come from broken hearts
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| Yeah, you gotta dig deep within the well of your soul
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| To find the will to sing the words that only you know
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| About going through hell and living to tell the truth
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| Living to tell the truth
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| Cause the best songs come from
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| The best songs come from
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| The best songs come from broken hearts
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| Yeah, broken hearts |