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When the day is done |
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We can have our fun |
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When we see the sun go down |
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We start our night out on the town |
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Bundle up it's cold |
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Let's hit the street we're getting old |
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We're wearing ourselves thin |
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And tomorrow night we'll do it again |
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We're the broken bones, whoa |
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We're the broken bones, whoa |
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We're the broken bones |
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BMX all night |
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Goosetops, rooftops, midnight flights |
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When you see us from the hill |
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Move yourself, we ride to kill |
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We'll ride in your town too |
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'Cause we're a touring crew |
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From Seattle to L.A |
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Chicago to New York to Tampa Bay |
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We're the broken bones, whoa |
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We're the broken bones, whoa |
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We're the broken bones, whoa |
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We're the broken bones, whoa |
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We're the broken bones, whoa |
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We're the broken bones, whoa |
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We're the broken bones |
