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When the world has turned Paralyzed and wrong Cold-blooded claws Never offered anything at all Past the point of love Shattered and untied Waitin' to pick up the pieces That make it all alright But pieces of what? Pieces of what? Pieces of what? Doesn't matter anymore Moonlight on my floor Shining through the roof They got the city surrounded As if I needed proof I forgot my fear Feelings on the rise Buried by all of the pieces Falling from the sky But pieces of what? Pieces of what? Pieces of what We used to call home Pieces of what We used to call home Lay my dragon's teeth And shallow water still At the Belgian gates I waited for my meal
Writer(s): Benjamin Nicholas Huner Goldwasser, Andrew Wells Vanwyngarden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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