ben brinton – low lyrics
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how many silver sunsets just outside your stead?
how many cornfield poppy’s, how many of them red?
how many mornings spring up, how many come with dew?
cabbage patch, nestled in, how many of them blue?
how many different places we could go
but i went low
how many midnight+summers sing, ring a ding a littl+y
magic spells chasing girls talking about birds and bees
cattle calls are a calling, days are well spent
working hard slaving away putting your heart in cement
how many different places we could go
but i went low
watching waisted time, watch it fly by
and on the other side, clashing with the bright high+tide
of all the diffеrent places we could go, i wеnt low
i went low
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