we're riding a low, a slow pace where we have to grow up
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we're riding a low where the blood thins from those long nights
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the room spins as i watch you turn
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waiting for the words
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we're so sick of being alone
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so come over stay longer
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wasting time on mistakes we've made
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my eyes will tell you i haven't slept for days
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we're riding a low, a slow pace where we have to crawl home
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were riding a low, where nothing make us whole
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so we'll bend our backs back to the start
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and start again
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Broken Bottles
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| The Forecast |
