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a thousand pieces, million reasons Why should I keep myself away? Hard to define It always is It's hard to scream with a throat full of glass I cannot

define) Hard to define (It always is) It always is It's hard to scream with the throat full of glass (Throat full of glass) I cannot help it,

murders and motives for me, your alibis and witness won't mean a thing. Try something different today, kill yourself then tell me my love is fake. They

: Said you wouldn't be home late tonight I gave up waiting at seventeen past midnight Now my only company's a half full glass of wine You leave me no

Transmission incoming from higher command What are my orders today You want me to eat from a garbage can Yes sir, I hear and obey I've been on this