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Broken Record
words and music by Lisa Derosia

You don't need love
to ruin your life my friend.
When you've got cheap hotel rooms
and highways shimmering with broken glass.

This stretch of road
is like an old friend I need.
I've got so much to tell her
but she just turns and walks away effortlessly.

She's a broken record.
She's a broken record.
She's a broken record.
Sometimes you've got to pick the needle up
and move it over my friend.

I built a house once
it had everything I needed.
But beneath the cold bricks and mortar
there's a body buried and it's still breathing.
If you're gonna dig my grave dig it deep,
baby, dig it wide.
Or pull up a stool and buy me a beer
or better yet kiss me dear.

She's a broken record.
She's a broken record.
She's a broken record.
Sometimes you've got to pick the needle up
and move it over my friend.

You don't need love
to ruin your life my friend.
When you've got cheap brown liquor
and highways shimmering with broken glass.

This stretch of road
I thought it had everything I needed.
When you read this
I'll be sitting in some motel bar
smoking Viceroys and watching reruns on TV.