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		Spitting glamour through store windows. Bolted down to the floor by love lost
 Staring blankly at the flashing images
 Blood flows, were it will, no stopping it.
 So God forbid, I don’t believe that shit.
 
 Spitting glamour through glass windows.
 Give me a wrench; I’ll part with a broken heart
 When the time is right, there is no fright.
 Our path brings us, what it will, there is no such pill.
 so God forbid, I start to believe that shit.
 
 Well maybe it’s just, how it feels,
 When I tear off all these ceils
 Well maybe it’s just, how it feels.
 When I forget all those deals
 Well maybe it’s just, how it feels,
 When I tear off all these ceils
 
 Say what’s on the inside when we don’t hide
 I’ll tell you, I’ll smell you, and I’ll yell “You”
 
 When it’s time, time is white, there is no fight.
 The only war is in our head, ow what we put to work sometimes
 All done, some time,
 
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