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The Broken
The broken homes, the broken hearts
Life is like a game of cards
Some don't care as long as they get what they want
Sometimes when people care they put up a front
So I choose to put up a guard
I told you life is like a game of cards
My broken home, my broken heart
Love is not sweet, sometimes its tart
No mother, no father, no love
The only love I know is from God above
So I speak on the behalf of the broken
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