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Broken Bones Lyrics

Wash your brains, get em clean
It's a quarter of a mile to the dirty stream,
Where you can pull your hair, you can pull your teeth,
If you're underneath the water, you can fall asleep
And when you get to the stream,
Better bring your flask
Oh it's almost gone
Better get there fast
Gotta get your fill, gotta have your fun,
Gotta take your sips, die good and young
Better get to running if there's blood inside your swimming hole
Sew your lips together if they're asking where your women go
Showing up without their clothes, shaking in their broken bones
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