In these rooms, dark and bare
I recall when life was living here
How we sang and how we cried
A little of us lived here
And a little of us died
Mama, she knew how to sing
But her eyes
Were always sad and wondering
You see her daddy drank
And he ran around
He ran away with all her dreams
And she looked just like an angel
With broken wings
Her sister, she was a wild little thing
With a heart made of gold
If you didn't look deep inside her
You might never know
She never learned to believe in herself
But she learned other things
And she looked just like an angel
With broken wings
Broken angel
You can learn how to fly
Let the wind carry you
Far, deep and wide
Beautiful angel
Well, it's okay to cry
Cause your tears will bloom someday
On the other side
I never liked my mama's daddy
For more reasons than I can share
My mama held him as he died
I'm ashamed to say
I never cried or cared
Chubby, fat and insecure
Two crooked teeth
And clothes from a thrift store
Well, I never quite fit in
I guess that's why I'm singing
In these rooms, dark and bare
What once seemed so confusing
Seems crystal clear
If I were to look back into you
The way you've looked down into me
I bet you'd look just like an angel
I bet you'd look a whole lot like me
I bet you'd look just like an angel
Oh with broken wings, broken wings
Yeah, your tears will bloom someday
On the other side

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