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Lyrics:
Just cause you got a broken toe Don't mean you can't stand up tall You ain't got a mobile phone Don't mean you can't call
They say that you're made of ice Don't mean you're a fake They say they're not just like you Someday I might break
I heard you call through a broken window Trumpets singing from miles away Saxophones in a grown man's voice would play The day I turned to glass
Just cause you got a talking bird Don't mean it's gonna talk Just cause you got a rocking horse Don't mean you can rock
So what if you send me a bill? Don't mean I'm gonna pay You can send me a piano Don't mean I'm gonna play
I heard you call through a broken window Trumpets singing from miles away Saxophones in a grown man's voice would play The day I turned to glass
The day I turned to glass
Heartbreak City limits coming up ahead Open door—are you jumping out Or staying in?
I know we'll be this way again
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