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| Used Miscellaneous Cut up Angels 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 |
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