Broken Hearted Blues
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โฑ๏ธ 2:03 duration
๐ ID: 4174668
๐ Lyrics
This is a song, that I wrote when I was young
And I call it, the broken-hearted blues
The air on that night, was tempered like a knife
And the people wore the face masks of a clown
Don, he was long, mis-shapen and forlorn
And his woman ran away without a smile
Days of the Earth, are unbroken changeless turf
But the faces of the men are something else
In the wind, as a boy, was a spacious sexual toy
But baby, now he's a toothless baggy man
When the hills of the sun make you feel that you are young
Get good now, and face your face into the wind
This is a song, that I wrote when I was young
And I called it the broken-hearted blues
And I call it, the broken-hearted blues
The air on that night, was tempered like a knife
And the people wore the face masks of a clown
Don, he was long, mis-shapen and forlorn
And his woman ran away without a smile
Days of the Earth, are unbroken changeless turf
But the faces of the men are something else
In the wind, as a boy, was a spacious sexual toy
But baby, now he's a toothless baggy man
When the hills of the sun make you feel that you are young
Get good now, and face your face into the wind
This is a song, that I wrote when I was young
And I called it the broken-hearted blues
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.72] This is a song, that I wrote when I was young
[00:08.03] And I call it, the broken-hearted blues
[00:17.43] The air on that night, was tempered like a knife
[00:25.21] And the people wore the face masks of a clown
[00:34.07] Don, he was long, mis-shapen and forlorn
[00:41.82] And his woman ran away without a smile
[00:50.93] Days of the Earth, are unbroken changeless turf
[00:58.33] But the faces of the men are something else
[01:07.38] In the wind, as a boy, was a spacious sexual toy
[01:14.15] But baby, now he's a toothless baggy man
[01:23.89] When the hills of the sun make you feel that you are young
[01:31.74] Get good now, and face your face into the wind
[01:40.69] This is a song, that I wrote when I was young
[01:48.27] And I called it the broken-hearted blues
[01:56.68]
[00:08.03] And I call it, the broken-hearted blues
[00:17.43] The air on that night, was tempered like a knife
[00:25.21] And the people wore the face masks of a clown
[00:34.07] Don, he was long, mis-shapen and forlorn
[00:41.82] And his woman ran away without a smile
[00:50.93] Days of the Earth, are unbroken changeless turf
[00:58.33] But the faces of the men are something else
[01:07.38] In the wind, as a boy, was a spacious sexual toy
[01:14.15] But baby, now he's a toothless baggy man
[01:23.89] When the hills of the sun make you feel that you are young
[01:31.74] Get good now, and face your face into the wind
[01:40.69] This is a song, that I wrote when I was young
[01:48.27] And I called it the broken-hearted blues
[01:56.68]