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She was a little ol’ dream catcher
A gypsy born north of sin city
A story told drug and alcohol matcher
Who never really cherished being pretty
Her anger sweltered real deep and ugly
Like the cigarette burns on her arm
And though her smile can feel a bit funny
I know in me she never means harm
Open your broken hands to me
Open up your eyes so you see
Just what you are
To me
She always takes the bad from inside of me
And helps me come to peace with the pain
Some nights just get real hard for me honey
I wish that you would let me do the same
Her sorrow sweltered real deep inside her
Something that I wish I knew now
I still think of the things that she told me
But I gotta keep moving anyhow
Open your broken hands to me
Open up your eyes so you see
Just what you are
To me
Open your broken heart to me
I’ll make a place in mine for you to be
Just what you are
To me