• 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 out the same time Then they'll clean up the mess I lost my head You couldn't come This slice 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 laugh as you just hung there I had thought of rose pedals Most were perfectly pure Then I thought of your pedals And the abuse they've been through I lost my head You couldn't come This slice to my head almost feels like a gun You lost your head I couldn't come This slice to my head almost feels like a gun I told the angels Can't stay in heaven I asked the devil, the devil - the devil If we cut out the bad, Well then we'd have nothing left Like I cut up your angels You stabbed me to death I lost my head You couldn't come This slice to my brain almost feels like a gun You lost your head I couldn't come This slice to my brain almost feels just like a gun

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