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All These Little Broken Things - David Rose
Lyrics by：David Rose
Composed by：David Rose
Produced by：David Rose
Hmmm
Hmm
Burn my toast this morning
Left my keys in the door
Stepped out feeling lonesome
Ain't lonesome like before
Neighbor's dog keeps barking
Like it know my name
I way that that old hound he just howls back the same
Oh yeah
All these little broken things
Got a sweet way of hurting
Crack plate late train
Heart still uncertain
But I laugh I cry I sing
Let the day do what it brings
Turning bad luck in the swing
On all these little broken things
Phone full of old pictures
I should throw away
Half of them of your smile
Half of them of yesterday
But I brewed a fresh coffee
In that chipped blue cup
Sip slow talk to your shadow
Till the sun shows up
All these little broken things
Got a sweet way of hurting
Crack plate late train
Heart still uncertain
But I laugh I cry I sing
Let the day do what it brings
Turning bad luck in the swing
On all these little broken things
Maybe grace is in the scratch the scar the stain the stink
Where the world don't fit together but it still tries every spring
Hey all these little broken things
Got a sweet way of hurting
Crack plate late train
Heart still uncertain
Yet I laugh I cry I sing
Let my rough voice spread its wings
Gonna make my freedom ring
From all these little broken things
Hmm yeah
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh ooh
