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Şarkı Sözleri Garage sale, Saturday, I need to pay My heart's outstanding bills A cracked-up compass and a pocket watch Some plastic daffodils The cutlery and coffee cups I stole From all night restaurants A sense of wonder only slightly used A year or two to haunt you in the dark For a phone call from far away With a, "Hi, how are you today?" And a sign, recovery comes To the broken ones A wage slave, forty hour work week Weighs a thousand kilograms So bend your knees, comes with a free fake smile For all your dumb demands The cordless razor that my father bought When I turned 17 A puke-green sofa and the outline too A complicated dream of dignity For a laugh, too loud and too long Or a place where awkward belong And a sign, recovery comes To the broken ones To the broken ones To the broken ones For the broken ones Best offer