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Hurts
Wrap your grimy fingers around
my heart one more time
Before I cut it out
Take it with you
I have no need of it any more
I have my mind
You've taken my sanity
Keep your vanity
Your foot prints are all over my soul
Did it taste like i tasted
Did it feel like I felt
The apathy pools
Thus us the fools
Who thought
We could fight our stars
For love
Cut on broken
Glass
