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Buddy Julie Miller Broken Things

When I go don't cry for me In my fathers arms I'll be The wounds this world left on my soul Will all be healed and I'll be whole Sun and moon will be

When I reach to hold you I'll still be alone When I hear the ringing of the telephone I'll think it is you It will not be true I know why the river

I'm making flowers out of paper while darkness takes the afternoon I know that they won't last forever but real ones fade away too soon I still cry

Come all you broken hearted come and lay your burden down Come kings and queens come royalty surrender up your crown Come empty-handed come with nothing

I got no use for what you say I ain't your straight man no more today Take your promise out with the trash From now on boy we just take cash The cows

The speed of light Time and space are relative Einstein said back when he lived The only thing that doesn't change Makes everything else rearrange Is

the shame away? You can have my heart, if you don't mind broken things, You can have my life; you don't mind these tears, Well, I heard that you make old things