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The Forecast — Broken Bottles

We’re riding a low
A slow pace where we have to grow up
We’re riding a low
Where the blood thins from those long nights

The room spins as I watch you turn
Waiting for the words
The room spins as I watch you turn
Waiting for the words

We’re so sick of being alone
Come over, stay longer
We’re so sick of being alone
Come over, stay longer
Wasting time on mistakes we’ve made
My eyes will tell you I haven’t slept for days

We’re riding a low
A slow pace where we have to crawl home
Were riding a low
Where nothing seems to make us whole

We’ll bend our backs back to the start
And start again
We’ll bend our backs back to the start
And start again

We’re so sick of being alone
Come over, stay longer
We’re so sick of being alone
Come over, stay longer
Wasting time on mistakes we’ve made
My eyes will tell you I haven’t slept for days

We’re so sick of being alone
Come over, stay longer
We’re so sick of being alone
Come over, stay longer
Wasting time on mistakes we’ve made
My eyes will tell you I haven’t slept for days

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