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Someone has cut my strings, Love And now I sit here(vulnerable) You take me in your (bitter)hands And toss me against the wall And as I slump against the broken glass I think Maybe it was you [Someone is wailing] [Maybe its you]
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Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 8:25 PM UTC
Maybe it Was You
Someone has cut my strings, Love And now I sit here(vulnerable) You take me in your (bitter)hands And toss me against the wall And as I slump against the broken glass I think Maybe it was you [Someone is wailing] [Maybe its you]
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Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 8:25 PM UTC
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