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| Take a look at the broken dreams I don�t recognize them Break the mirrors, take no prisoners And then ignore them Ignore me too Like you always do Take me out the garbage But if I�m the garbage What does that make you? The cold is not a worry It will pass I cross over bridges Covered in broken glass Like I should be It�s the only place for me Push me till I�m broken But if I�m broken What does that make you? |
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