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THE USED
If we cut out the bed 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 Now clean up the mess I lost my head You couldn't come This loss to my brain almost feels like a gun Watch you bite into the bottle Watch me kick out the chair Let you chew up the glass And laughed at you just on air I had thought of those petals so perfectly pure Then I thought of your petals And the abuse they've been through I lost my head You couldn't come This loss to my brain almost feels like a gun You lost your head I couldn't come This loss 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 bed 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 loss to my brain almost feels like a gun You lost your head I couldn't come This loss to my brain almost feels just like a gun
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