Broken

You pay the price to free your mind
And now the hands of death are coming
The way you act is no surprise
And through your arms, the devils coming
Taking off the pages of, I don't give a damn
Worry bout' tomorrow when I don't think I can
Promise you'll shake it right where I stand
Dancing with my rage, and I soon give a damn
Broken
You worry bout' tomorrow
Eye outside, row
Maybe just today (Christ can't take it away break your crosses)
Maybe, hey!
You lost it all between the lines
And raise a glass before you've fallen
The way you act is no surprise
And through your arms your dead, and bloody
Taking off the pages of, I don't give a damn
Worry bout' tomorrow when I don't think I can
Promise you'll shake it right where I stand
Dancing with my rage, and I soon give a damn
Broken
You worry bout' tomorrow
Eye outside, row
Maybe just today (Christ can't take it away break your crosses)
Come around the corner with a gun in my hand
Crazy dead stare
Like a deadman
Sharp drawn right where I stand
Devil is whispering
Then I'll say again
Get the fuck out of my head (Get this motherfucker out my head)
Get the fuck out of my head (Get this motherfucker out my head)
Broken
You worry bout' tomorrow
Eye outside, row
Maybe just today (Christ can't take it away break your crosses)
Broken
You worry bout' tomorrow
Eye outside, row
Maybe just today (Christ can't take it away break your crosses)
Maybe



Credits
Writer(s): Damon Albarn, Michael Smith
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