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To be broken Without repair Is a game without a token To have been caught and snared I've got a bad habit We all do A favorable habit Let it forward and ensue The smile is a trap With all the warning signs I guzzle the drugs To take the plunge And shift through the wreckage Piece it together with perpetual guilt We can't cure the sickness When it's cold before you hit the ground Let it snow let it snow let it snow Hopefully the cold will numb it As it did before Then when summer comes to melt the ground Pick me up as you did before Broken and battered Repaired and bruised When I jump again Maybe just maybe You won't put me together And help me again
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC
little broken pieces back together again
To be broken Without repair Is a game without a token To have been caught and snared I've got a bad habit We all do A favorable habit Let it forward and ensue The smile is a trap With all the warning signs I guzzle the drugs To take the plunge And shift through the wreckage Piece it together with perpetual guilt We can't cure the sickness When it's cold before you hit the ground Let it snow let it snow let it snow Hopefully the cold will numb it As it did before Then when summer comes to melt the ground Pick me up as you did before Broken and battered Repaired and bruised When I jump again Maybe just maybe You won't put me together And help me again
Muegen1nk
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC
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