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[Intro]
[Verse 1]
I wrote a song on a broken guitar / And I played it for them
They told me it was out of touch / I thought I had my finger on the pulse
Of the nation's youth, of a girl like you / Of a few home truths I thought you already knew
[Verse 2]
I wrote a song on a broken guitar / In the house with the broken A.C.
And it was pouring out of me / And I know you're gonna think it's all about you
Cause you don't care about the truth / I know you only ever wanna feel good
As the party dwindled, I heard Broken Social Scene / On a hi-fi stereo
[Bridge]
She slipped from my hands and fell to the floor / Couldn't stand for me to touch her anymore
My baby broke her back trying to get away / The broken record tried to play
[Chorus]
It was an RCA, I had a lot to say / But I couldn't get it out
So I was dry-heavin', I was barely breathin' / In the wet death of a Summer day
[Instrumental]
[Verse 3]
I wrote a song on a broken guitar / And it was gonna be an instant classic
Only the kids, they'd never catch it / You know they only ever wanna feel good
As the party dwindled, I heard Broken Social Scene / On a hi-fi stereo
[Chorus]
And it was an RCA, it was an RCA, And I had a lot to say / But I couldn't get it all out
So I was dry-heavin' I was barely breathin' / In the wet death of a Summer day
[Outro]
And all on a broken guitar!
And they told me it was out of touch
And they told me it was out of touch
And they told me it was out of touch / I thought I had my finger on the pulse