| Plates break windows
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| Plates make mountains
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| Planes crash into
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| Problems mount until they
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| Might as well be
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| Mountains too
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| Empty cafes
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| Empty hours
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| Lightnin' warns of
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| Thunder-showers
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| Snap the poles, yet
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| I will power through
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| I’m better but I’m broken
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| I’m stitched up but I’m scarred
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| I will love you, 'least I’ll try to
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| But I’m broken, so it’s hard
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| Pine cones pine
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| Roses rise up
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| The sun will shine
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| While the ocean dries up
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| Stairs I’ll climb to
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| Find your eyes shut too
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| I’m better but I’m broken
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| I’m stitched up but I’m scarred
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| I will love you, 'least I’ll try to
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| But I’m broken, so it’s hard
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| Nobody knows the first thing about
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| The person who shares their bed
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| Skin is soft and eyes are windows
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| But nobody knows what goes on inside their head
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| I’m broken
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| I’m broken
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| I’m broken
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| I’m broken |