You're where all the poets go
You're where all the ashes flow
You're the kind of maker
That makes the whole world come true

And, baby, she's inside me now
I made her a place to settle down
It's warm in there, she likes the sound
It's twenty minutes out of town

Airline water breaking fast
In New York City, low on cash
Another week and you'll be back
And you'll be saying "home at last"

But don't act broken
Even if you're broken

It's just one of those things
Thank God you're timeless
Because my watch got stolen
It's the good stuff you bring to me
Don't be crushed

The city will always bug you, babe
I know for me it does the same
It just looks better from inside a plane
That's headed toward another place

So turn and blow me one last kiss
You're a dead-eye, baby, you just never miss
There ain't that much as sweet as this
I waved so hard I broke my wrist

But don't act broken
Even when you're broken
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Don't Be Crushed Lyrics

Chris Mills – Don't Be Crushed Lyrics