From windows shattered by the
Stormy weather
I said I'm sorry that my bleeding
Fingers can no longer put you
Back together.
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| You said you felt like broken glass From windows shattered by the Stormy weather I said I'm sorry that my bleeding Fingers can no longer put you Back together. |
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