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Cut Me To Pieces
Cut me to pieces
Gut me on sight
Let the sirens blare
and the pictures flare
Lock me in places
Run when I hide
Count the days and the months
that brought us by
Kneel when I scream
Laugh when I wheeze
Joke about the moments when
I used to yell and cry
kick me before I stand
Lick the dirt off my boots
Die in the streets like
a beggar man
Cut me to pieces
Put down the knife
Come home to the fire
Let heaven smite
Gut me on sight
Let the sirens blare
and the pictures flare
Lock me in places
Run when I hide
Count the days and the months
that brought us by
Kneel when I scream
Laugh when I wheeze
Joke about the moments when
I used to yell and cry
kick me before I stand
Lick the dirt off my boots
Die in the streets like
a beggar man
Cut me to pieces
Put down the knife
Come home to the fire
Let heaven smite
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