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Broken Home
There's a sound from the kitchen,
and it's the sound he's heard a thousand times before.
When he hears his mother crying, he runs away and hides inside his room.
But there is no escaping the anger in his father's voice.
And when the tears are falling,
he falls down to his knees and prays;
Just hold me, and love me.
Touch this child of love,
and try your best to save this broken home.
His little arms are black and blue,
and there's a little cut, right under his eye.
Every night he lies awake,
and from downstairs, the
fighting starts again.
Have you forgot the reason, why this little child was born.
´Cause if you go on fighting, you'll destroy this family, yeah.
Just hold him, and love him.
Touch this child of love,
and try your best to save this broken home.
Stop fighting, stop hurting, try to love again.
And do your best to save this broken home.
If you ever hold him tight, and let him feel your love again.
You will make him smile, yeah.
So hold him, and love him.
Touch this child of love,
and try your best to save this broken home.
Stop fighting, stop hurting, try to love again.
And do your best to save this broken home.
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And do your best to save this broken home.
Stop fighting, stop hurting, try to love again.
and try your best to save this broken home.
Touch this child of love,
So hold him, and love him.
You will make him smile, yeah.
If you ever hold him tight, and let him feel your love again.
And do your best to save this broken home.
Stop fighting, stop hurting, try to love again.
and try your best to save this broken home.
Touch this child of love,
Just hold him, and love him.
´Cause if you go on fighting, you'll destroy this family, yeah.
Have you forgot the reason, why this little child was born.
fighting starts again.
and from downstairs, the
Every night he lies awake,
and there's a little cut, right under his eye.
His little arms are black and blue,
and try your best to save this broken home.
Touch this child of love,
Just hold me, and love me.
he falls down to his knees and prays;
And when the tears are falling,
But there is no escaping the anger in his father's voice.
When he hears his mother crying, he runs away and hides inside his room.
and it's the sound he's heard a thousand times before.
There's a sound from the kitchen,
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