She smokes my last cigarette
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She forgives me but I don't know it yet
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And I don't ask but sometimes why is beautiful
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She's a little cheap but worth the wait
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Of honeyed kisses sleeping late
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They steal my covers but I'm just glad my bed is full
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And if the words were spoken
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They'd shatter on the floor
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And once they'd broken open
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Would it matter any more
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You've got to love her to see her
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And in seeing there is hoping
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Oh she's so sweet
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She's sweet and broken
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She'll never tell you anything
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She's the fire that darkness brings
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And I get lost but that's just where I'm supposed to be
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She won't say why she cries
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At marigolds and butterflies
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Or why her smile seems to hide a tragedy
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And if the words were spoken
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They'd shatter on the floor
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And once they'd broken open
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Would it matter any more
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You've got to love her to see her
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And in seeing there is hoping
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Oh she's so sweet
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She's sweet and broken
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I see her rising through the trees
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She's like a wounded moon
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Gazing back at me
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And if the words were spoken
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They'd shatter on the floor
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And if the words were spoken
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They'd shatter on the floor
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And once they'd broken open
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Would it matter any more
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You've got to love her to see her
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And in seeing there is hoping
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Oh she's so sweet
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She's sweet and broken
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And if the words were spoken
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They'd shatter on the floor
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And once they'd broken open
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Would it matter any more
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You've got to love her to see her
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And in seeing there is hoping
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Oh she's so sweet
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She's sweet and broken
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You've got to love her to see her
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And in seeing there is hoping
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Oh she's so sweet
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And broken
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Extracted from the liner notes of the album "Truth Be Told"
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Words & Music by J. Popper and Chris Barron
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Sweet and Broken
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| Blues Traveler |
