The Used - Cut Up Angels

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If we cut out the bed

Well then we'd have nothing left

Like I cut up your mouth

The night I stuffed it all in

And you lied to the angels

Said I stabbed you to death

If we go at the same time

Now clean up the mess



I lost my head

You couldn't come

This loss to my brain almost feels like a gun

Watch you bite into the bottle

Watch me kick out the chair

Let you chew up the glass

And laughed at you just on air

I had thought of those petals so perfectly pure

Then I thought of your petals

And the abuse they've been through



I lost my head

You couldn't come

This loss to my brain almost feels like a gun

You lost your head

I couldn't come

This loss to my brain almost feels like a gun

Whoa whoa



I told the angels

Can't stay in heaven

I asked the devil



If we cut out the bed 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 loss to my brain almost feels like a gun

You lost your head

I couldn't come

This loss to my brain almost feels just like a gun





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