Three in the morning
The pawn shop closed tight Three darkened globes The traditional sight Displays behind bars Protected for the night The House of Broken Dreams lays waiting. Inside are the wishes And dreams all gone sour The hopes that have wilted Like a long past picked flower With no one to mourn them At this early hour The House of Broken Dreams lays waiting. This case by the window See, it's brimming with sad It holds all the wedding bands From marriages gone bad Or engagements that shattered When someone got mad The House of Broken Dreams lays waiting. On the walls hang the instruments You see quite a few That brought joy and impatience When they were brand new But the practice was boring When there's so much to do The House of Broken Dreams lays waiting. Over here are the watches Some cost quite a bit Pleasant mementos Of when wallets were fit Then the bad times had settled So you 'See what you can git' The House of Broken Dreams lays waiting. There are TVs and power tools And stereos by the score And shotguns and pistols And rifles galore And a rack full of fishing poles Arranged by the door The House of Broken Dreams lays waiting. The cameras, the typewriters Gifts? Some of them, I'd say! For birthday, graduation, Under the tree Christmas day What hardship befell them That they'd hock them away The House of Broken Dreams lays waiting. Each piece has a story Behind why it's here For some came with greed But most out of fear And a last desperate hope While hiding a tear The House of Broken Dreams lays waiting. This shop deals in misery We get rich on your pain We make profit from circumstance From misfortune we gain And for 180% interest Next month, yours again The House of Broken Dreams lays waiting. If you're ever in the neighborhood Stop in and say 'Hi' Browse through the aisles You might even buy Or if you're desperate, just remember Like a coiled snake, here we lie The House of Broken Dreams lays waiting.
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