Plain White T's - Low Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Low By Plain White T's?
Low, another night at the bar 'cause I just can't deal with it
Low, judging everyone else like a goddamn hypocrite Low, used to love living life now I'm just so sick of it Low, low, low, low, low, lo-oh-oh, oh-ow Low, when she just broke my heart and I see here everywhere Low, and I talk to myself 'cause I know nobody's there Low, I got death at my door knocking, I'm not even scared Low, low, low, low, low, lo-oh-oh, oh-ow I have been held high in such a while Been such a long time since I could smile Just keep your distance Don't need assistance, no Low, low, low, low, lo-oh-oh, oh-ow Low, well I'm trying my best but I'm just not good enough Low, and I do stupid shit that I know I shouldn't have Low, I can f*ck but I can't come and keep up with love Low, low, low, low, low, lo-oh-oh, oh-ow I have been held high in such a while Been such a long time since I could smile Just keep your distance Don't need assistance, no Low, low, low, low, lo-oh-oh, oh-ow I've never been so low Never been so low Never been so low Never been so low Never been so low Never been so low Never been so low Low, low, low, low, lo-oh-oh, oh-ow I have been held high in such a while Been such a long time since I could smile Just keep your distance Don't need assistance, no Low, low, low, low, lo-oh-oh, oh-ow I have been held high in such a while Been such a long time since I could smile Just keep your distance Don't need assistance, no Low, low, low, low, lo-oh-oh, oh-ow |
Who Wrote Low By Plain White T's?
Brandon Jay Day, Tom Higgenson, Timothy John Lopez
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