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I am the comfortable secure The definition of this western world And I have perfected deceit Even I believe I'm above saving I'll never let You see I am the broken I am the bruised I am the poor ones I have been used.
When I am breathing my last breath "Come and save me" I will cry to You 'Cause pride has not let me say Bring me to my knees, Why does it take so much pain for me to see? If strength is only fond when I am on my knees, Why is it so hard t o show that I am weak? I am the broken I am the bruised I am the poor ones I have been used.
