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If
we cut out the bad
Well then we’d have nothing left
Like I cut up your mouth
The night I stuffed it all in
And
you lied to the Angel
Said I stabbed you to death
If we go at the same time
They'll clean up the mess
I lost my
head
You couldn’t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun
Watched you bite into the bottle
Watched
me kick out the chair
Let you chew up the glass
And laughed as you just hung there
I have thought of rose petals
mostly perfect and pure
Then I thought of your petals
And the abuse they’ve been through
I lost my head
You
couldn’t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun
You lost your head
I couldn’t come
This
lust to my brain almost feels like a gun
Whoa whoa
I told the angels
Cant stay in heaven
I asked the devil
If
we cut out the bad well then we'd have nothing left
Like I cut up your angels
Yeah you stabbed me to death
I lost
my head
You couldn’t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun
You lost your head
I couldn’t
come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun
eyes, they make you blind.
eyes, theyre peering in.
eyes, they cant
understand.
eyes, they are judging quickly.
eyes, they misunderstand.
eyes, are all you have.
eyes, they
make you blind.
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