Текст песни Misc Unsigned Bands - Ctsutter - Broken Inside

Broken Inside composed by Christian Thomas Sutter (Part of the 10 Songs Challenge hosted by Emma McGann)
Tempo : 88 bpm

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I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.
I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.
I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.
I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.

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     I took my first steps in New York City
  I remember the day the locks were slammed on our door 
we used to eat no frills we were poor
My dog ran away and I never saw her again
My mother was a single mother
Things went down hill when she broke her leg
A man tried to rape her in the park
She refused, her foot got stuck, when she fell she could hear the pop

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I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.
I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.
I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.
I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.

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Mom couldn't make the stairs we lived on the fifth floor
She would send me out to shop after crying in the morning
She gave me a green string to keep the keys around my neck
I remember colorful money my mother explained food stamps
With a broken leg, there was no way to commute, to her job in the city
She used to buy me things, the little extras, I remember a video game
I was getting off the bus, she was walking up the street, with a large box just for me
Today, I'm poor as she was, I can't afford a gift, for the last three years it breaks my heart

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I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.
I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.
I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.
I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.

Broken Inside composed by Christian Thomas Sutter www.CTSUTTER.com

Lyrics 

I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.
I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.
I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.
I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.

     I took my first steps in New York City
  I remember the day the locks were slammed on our door 
we used to eat no frills we were poor
My dog ran away and I never saw her again
My mother was a single mother
Things went down hill when she broke her leg
A man tried to rape her in the park
She refused, her foot got stuck, when she fell she could hear the pop

I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.
I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.
I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.
I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.

Mom couldn't make the stairs we lived on the fifth floor
She would to send me out to shop after crying in the morning
She gave me a green string to keep the keys around my neck
I remember colorful money my mother explained food stamps
With a broken leg, there was no way to commute, to her job in the city
She used to buy me things, the little extras, I remember a video game
I was getting off the bus, she was walking up the street, with a large box just for me
Today, I'm poor as she was, I can't afford a gift, for the last three years it breaks my heart

I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.
I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.
I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.
I'm broken inside. I'm sentimental. I prefer to leave the past behind me.

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