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Apr 2014
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We come
( we do )
The harsh wreckage -our lives
Strung out and we too

Hardly standing anymore

••

Raw blood eyes

In the subway station
Waiting for Dawn



We come

Out of the wreckage
Out of the darkness
With blood red eyes

••

Killing ourselves
Killing each other

We say I LOVE YOU  
(  we know better  )



******* and penises
******* and penises
******* and penises

BROKEN TOYS
Written by
jeffrey robin
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