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Please, don't hung up so fast,
This calling card ain't gonna last.
And lately I've been feeling blue,
When I try to reach you through.
Oh, I traveled a thousand miles,
Still I can not tell you why –
There are million things to do out there,
But I just lay around and stare
These broken bottles,
These broken bottles,
These broken bottles,
On the floor.
So darling, don't you cry,
You know I'm not that modern guy.
I bite and chew more then I could take,
but still I end up working late.
These broken bottles,
These broken bottles,
These broken bottles,
On the floor.
Honey, I can't set you free
It really isn't up to me.
You ain't gonna wait no more,
Well I can't make it through that door.
These broken bottles,
These broken bottles,
These broken bottles,
On the floor.
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