Spinning this for a guy in an embassy in London who continues with hope and brains to show us the rocky pot hole way toward the flickering light. Broken - Norah Jones Hes got a broken voice and a twisted smile, Guess hes been that way for quite awhile, Got blood on his shoes and mud on his brim, Did he do it to himself or was it done to him? People think he dont look well, But all he needs from what I can tell, Is someone to help wash away all the paint, From his purple hands before it gets too late. I saw him stand alone ... under a broke street light, So sincere ... singing silent night, But the trees were full ... and the grass was green, It was the sweetest thing I had ever seen. He may move slow, But that dont mean hes going nowhere, He may be moving slow, But that dont mean hes going nowhere.
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 00:11:08 +0000
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