Kings Get Broken

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And Kings get broken hard

And hard ain't handsome hard ain't rich

Good isn't easy and bad's a bitch

And you make a motion

That you can't hold still

And it changes something

And it always will

And ya pick up the pieces as if somehow

They're goin' to tell you how

To finally sing that magic word

That shines like gold and will be heard

Over all this cryin'

Over all this noise

And the song of the chainsaw

And the soldiers' toys

And I need an audience with the king

I need to ask him something

Why do they do

The things they do

And do they think about me

Do they think about you

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I feel like shouting right out loud

And I feel safer in a crowd

'cause the crowd ain't lonesome

The crowd's my friend

And they will sing with me

And the song won't end and

We will finally sing that word

That shines like gold and will be heard

Over all this cryin'

Over all this noise

Over all this cryin'

Over all this noise

We're gonna finally sing Sing

Sing of joys Sing of joys

We're gonna finally sing Sing

Sing of joys Sing of joys

We're gonna finally sing Sing

Sing of joys Sing of joys

We're gonna finally sing Sing

Sing of joys Sing of joys

We're gonna finally sing Sing

Sing of joys Sing of joys

We will sing Sing

Sing of joys Sing of joys

We're gonna finally sing Sing

Sing of joys Sing of joys

We're gonna finally sing Sing

Sing of joys

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And kings get broken hard