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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 angels 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 Watch me kick out the chair Let you chew up the glass And laughed as you just hung there I have thought of rose petals Most perfectly 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 just like a gun YEA I told the angels Can't stay in heaven I asked the devil, the devil, the devil. If we cut out the bad Then we'd have nothing left Like i cut up your angels Yeh 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 I lost my head You couldn't come This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun I lost my head You couldn't come This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun Feels like a gun. Feels like a gun. Feels like a gun. Feels like a... |