Norah Jones - Broken

He's got a broken voice
and a twisted smile
Guess he's 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 say he don't 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 don't mean
he's going nowhere
He may be moving slow
But that don't mean
he's going nowhere
He's got a broken voice
and a twisted smile
Guess he's 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 say he don't 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 don't mean
he's going nowhere
He may be moving slow
But that don't mean
he's going nowhere

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