
Letra de Exit 46
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We fill these empty glasses with stories
Like we're throwing them out to see
Like we're throwing them out to see
I'm standing at the end of a jetty
The water is rising to my knees
The moon is pointed right at me
Hate the way mother always asks about
All of my old friends like I know where they went
Where did you go?
Come home.
The water is rising to my knees
The moon is pointed right at me
Hate the way mother always asks about
All of my old friends like I know where they went
Where did you go?
Come home.
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