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Broken wing

She’s feeding me bullshit
A mouthful at a time
Somehow it’s me who’s diseased
Because Daddy didn’t pay her no mind

You’re breaking my heart here
You’re cracking my smile
At some point it’s yours to take hold of
And make what you want with your life


But I just can’t fly like an angel on this broken wing
No, I just can’t fly like an angel on this broken wing
I get up I put on my best face and see what the day is offering
But I just can’t fly like an angel on this broken wing

It ain’t your fault girl
These days nothing’s no one’s fault
So move along girl
Before it catches up and you just can’t fly…


It’s killing us slowly
It’s telling us lies
It’s not the truth we can’t face
It’s the weakening of our spines

But I just can’t fly like an angel on this broken wing
No, I just can’t fly like an angel on this broken wing
I get up I put on my best face and see what the day is offering
But I just can’t fly like an angel on this broken wing