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Текст (слова) песни: Used, The - Cut Up Angels


I lost my head
You couldn`t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun

Watched you bite into the bottle
Watched me kick out the chair
Let you chew up the glass
And laughed as you just hung there
I had thought of rose petals most perfectly pure
Then I thought of your petals
And the abuse they`ve been through

I lost my head
You couldn`t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun
You lost your head
I couldn`t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a (like a)...
Almost feels like a (like a)...
Almost feels like a gun
Woah woah

I told the angels
Cant stay in heaven
I asked the devil, the devil, the devil
If we cut out the bad
Well then we`d have nothing left
Like I cut up your angels
Yeah you stabbed me to death

I lost my head
You couldn`t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun
You lost your head
I couldn`t come
This lust to my brain almost feels just like a gun, yeah!

I lost my head
You couldn`t come
Lust to my brain almost feels like a gun
I lost my head
You couldn`t come
Lust to my brain almost feels like a (like a)...
Almost feels like a (like a )...
Almost feels like a gun
Feels like a gun,
Feels like a gun,
Feels like a gun,
Feels like a...

 

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