(Eric Clapton and Greg Phillinganes)
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When the wind blows down this hard,
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Many a bond is broken.
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See the water lie on the ground
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From where the heavens opened.
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Lord, how will you get through this night
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With your dreams departed?
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And who alone will comfort you?
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Only the broken hearted.
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So you've gone beyond your means,
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Every wound is open,
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Your best laid plans are out of reach,
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And all your fears unspoken.
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[Repeat First Chorus]
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Sweet revenge is spoken then;
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In the twilight it is gone.
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To living lies with no escape,
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Lord, I would rather be alone.
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I press my fingers to the wood
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To tell you of my dreaming,
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To sing you songs from olden times,
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To keep the love light gleaming.
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'Cause there's a place where we can go,
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Where we will not be parted.
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And who alone will enter there?
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Only the broken hearted.
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Only the broken, broken hearted.
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Only the broken, broken hearted.
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Only the broken, broken hearted.
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Only the broken, broken hearted.
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Broken Hearted
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| Eric Clapton |
