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• Artiste: Marc Broussard
• Titre: Wounded Hearts
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I tried to paint my world black and white But time has only blurred all the lines We're all just flesh and blood, skin and bones But I failed to see that I had blinders on 'Cause it's easy to turn and look the other way But it's hard to try to put yourself In another man's place So, tell me where do the wounded hearts belong Somewhere fought holes without a home 'Cause everybody knows what it's like to be alone Holding' it together with your belly hanging on Tell me where do the wounded hearts belong It may seem hard to know where to begin I found that it's best to start by listening 'Cause when you think that you figured it out Is likely when I feel come crashing bout 'Cause, it's easy to turn and look the other way Until the people you've been running from Standing in your face Somebody tell me, where do the wounded hearts belong Somewhere fought holes without a home 'Cause everybody knows what it's like to be alone Holding' it together with your belly hanging on Tell me where do the wounded hearts belong I know I'll never be a Superman but Even the simple man can understand what it means To have a helping' hand... So, tell me where do the wounded hearts belong Somewhere fought holes without a home 'Cause everybody knows what it's like to be alone Holding' it together with your belly hanging on Tell me where do the wounded hearts belong