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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 tempted like a knife And the people Wanna face most of the ground Don't leave us long Misshapen and forlorn And his woman Ran away without a sound Days of the earth Are on broken changeless turf But the faces are now mad at something else Chasing wind as a boy Was a spacious extra toy Well, my baby Now he's a toothless bag of me When the pills of the sun Make you feel that you are young Get in good now And face your face to the wind And this is a song That I wrote when I was young And I call it The Broken Hearted Blues From Letras Mania