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A Broken Record

On this hill top I buried you As a younger man We gathered 'round Your empty husk And spoke of how you were so loved And as the sun died I promised that

Stand a little From your hand <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> Broken birdie Lost his voice Black black lightning

of this to and afraid to admit Nostalgia is a broken record and I hate its song. The days have passed, it's time to carry on. Nostalgia is a broken record

this to and afraid to admit Nostalgia is a broken record and I hate its song. The days have passed, it's time to carry on. Nostalgia is a broken record

a little From your hand <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> Broken birdie Lost his voice Black black lightning Broken

this to and afraid to admit Nostalgia is a broken record and I hate its song. The days have passed, it's time to carry on. Nostalgia is a broken record

Goin' to the same old places Skipping like a broken record I love you all but I gotta get out And change this scenery I've got to find what I'm living

'm wrong I'm almost right To breathe the miles Coming through the haze Still like I thought I don't speak the tongues Of finds within a life Dying for a

The newspaper writer, tears you like a thread You're lookin' for your sailor boy The music's uncertainly, disconcertin' me We're lookin' for your sailor