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Broken People I saw you standin all alone on the cold street just below huddled in an old tweed coat broke and homeless in the snow. I cannot see the hurt you hold or the demons haunting you but still I wonder what it was that cut your heart in two. Bridge There's plenty wrong in this old world sadness never disappears there's broken people left behind in the rain they hide their tears. I traveled far from New York streets to LA's Sunset Strip did the things I had to do always shootin from the hip. Bridge Now every day I wait to see what cruel streets bring my way and every night I pick along on this old guitar and play. Chorus Broken people broken souls broken spirits in the cold heartless actors in their roles heartless streets will make you old. Chorus Broken people broken lives broken husbands broken wives heartless streets and pourin rain broken people all in pain. ![]()
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