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Broken Bells - The High Road

We're bound to wait all night.
She's bound to run amok.
Invested enough in it anyhow,
To each his own...

The Garden needs sorting out.
She curls her lips on the bow,
And I don't know if I'm dead or not,
To anyone...

Come on and get the minimum,
Before you open up your eyes.
This army has so many heads,
To analyze...

Come on and get your overdose.
Collect it at the borderline,
And they want to get up in your head...

Cause they know and so do I.
The high road is hard to find.
A detour to your new life.
Tell all of your friends goodbye.

The dawn to end all nights,
That's all we hoped it was.
A break from the warfare in your house,
To each his own...

A soldier is bailing out.
He curled his lips on the barrel.
And I don't know if the dead can talk,
To anyone...

Come on and get the minimum.
Before you open up your eyes.
This army has so many hands,
Are you one of us?

Come on and get your overdose.
Collect it at the borderline,
And they want to get up in your head...

Cause they know and so do I.
The high road is hard to find.
A detour to your new life.
Tell all of your friends goodbye.

It's too late to change your mind,
You let loss be your guide.

It's too late to change your mind,
You let loss be your guide.

It's too late to change your mind,
You let loss be your guide.

It's too late to change your mind,
You let loss be your guide.