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lyrics

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.

credits

from Never Trust the Holy Gracious Medley Band, released February 13, 2009

tags

tags: folk Israel

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