my problems are buried
six feet under where the flowers start to grow
between your broken bones
i'm on the beach now with my brother
you drove us there
now let these waves take us back to you
you know i don't believe in broken things
so why are you breaking on me?
yea i don't believe in broken things
so break on me
you're broken and underground.
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