| When the day is done, 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!!! |