a fragment I had a face on the mirror I had a hand on the gun...
a fragment I had a face on the mirror I had a hand on the gun I had a place in the sun and a Ticket to Syria I had everything within my reach I had monkey and stuff Each and every call Too much but never enough Tear it up and watch it fall
writers: Taylor, Andrew
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