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| Kings Get Broken (Crosby) The tiniest actions the turn of one card And Kings get broken hard And hard ain't handsome hard ain't rich Good isn't easy and bad's a bitch And you make a motion That you can't hold still And it changes something And it always will And ya pick up the pieces as if somehow They're goin' to tell you how To finally sing that magic word That shines like gold and will be heard Over all this cryin' Over all this noise And the song of the chainsaw And the soldiers' toys And I need an audience with the king I need to ask him something Why do they do The things they do And do they think about me Do they think about you I feel like shouting right out loud And I feel safer in a crowd 'cause the crowd ain't lonesome The crowd's my friend And they will sing with me And the song won't end and We will finally sing that word That shines like gold and will be heard Over all this cryin' Over all this noise Over all this cryin' Over all this noise We're gonna finally sing Sing Sing of joys Sing of joys We're gonna finally sing Sing Sing of joys Sing of joys We're gonna finally sing Sing Sing of joys Sing of joys We're gonna finally sing Sing Sing of joys Sing of joys We're gonna finally sing Sing Sing of joys Sing of joys We will sing Sing Sing of joys Sing of joys We're gonna finally sing Sing Sing of joys Sing of joys We're gonna finally sing Sing Sing of joys The tiniest actions the turn of one card And kings get broken hard |