With a broken wing she carries her dreams man you ought to see her fly
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She loved him like he was the last man on earth
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Gave him everything she ever had
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He'd break her spirit down
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Then come lovin' up on her
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Give a little
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Then take it back
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She'd tell him 'bout her dreams
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He'd just shoot 'em down
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Lord he loved to make her cry
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You're crazy for believing you'll ever leave the ground
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He said only angels know how to fly
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And with a broken wing
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She still sings
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She keeps an eye on the sky
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With a broken wing
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She carries her dreams
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Man you oughta see her fly
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One Sunday morning
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She didn't go to church
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He wondered why she didn't leave
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He went up to the bedroom
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Found a note by the window
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With the curtains blowing in the breeze
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And with a broken wing
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She still sings
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She keeps an eye on the sky
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With a broken wing
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She carries her dreams
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Man you oughta see her fly
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With a broken wing
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She carries her dreams
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Man you oughta see her fly
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Broken Wing
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Martina McBride |