
Tuesday’s Broken Sugarland
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[Verse 1]
Yesterday hell rained down
Another kid, another school, in another town
Think about how to tell my son
Think about how that one got a gun
[Chorus]
There are mysteries down where the blood meets the bone
The loneliness there, wouldn't leave him alone
But what if we try to reach him with words
What if we looked in his eyes and asked "where does it hurt?"
Would he find all he was worth?
Monday was hoping
But Tuesday's broken
[Verse 2]
On the bed, feet up on the wall
Her eyes are red, and wet, and she wants to end it all
Easy to be mean on the screen, cowards call you names
She reads the lies and multiplies the hurt and shame
Man, it's a numbers game
[Chorus]
There are mysteries down where the blood meets the bone
The loneliness there, it won't leave her alone
But what if we try to reach her with words
What if we looked in her eyes and asked "where does it hurt?"
Would she find all she was worth?
Monday was hoping
But Tuesday's broken
Yesterday hell rained down
Another kid, another school, in another town
Think about how to tell my son
Think about how that one got a gun
[Chorus]
There are mysteries down where the blood meets the bone
The loneliness there, wouldn't leave him alone
But what if we try to reach him with words
What if we looked in his eyes and asked "where does it hurt?"
Would he find all he was worth?
Monday was hoping
But Tuesday's broken
[Verse 2]
On the bed, feet up on the wall
Her eyes are red, and wet, and she wants to end it all
Easy to be mean on the screen, cowards call you names
She reads the lies and multiplies the hurt and shame
Man, it's a numbers game
[Chorus]
There are mysteries down where the blood meets the bone
The loneliness there, it won't leave her alone
But what if we try to reach her with words
What if we looked in her eyes and asked "where does it hurt?"
Would she find all she was worth?
Monday was hoping
But Tuesday's broken
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