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Sunday, August 06, 2006 9:29 PM

The Used

Cut Up Angels


If we cut out the bad
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 Angel
Said I stabbed you to death
If we go at the same time
They'll clean up the mess

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 have thought of rose petals mostly 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 gun
Whoa
whoa

I told the angels
Can't stay in heavenI 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 headYou could't come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun
I lost my head
You could't come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a...
almost feels like a...
almost feels like a gun
Feels like a gun...
Feels like a gun...
Feels like a gun...
Feels like a ...

.
was supposed to go to mass with sam and steph
but i had some EA thing to go to with my parents
i was just there yesterday.
i'm so sorry!!!!!!!!!!!
sorry!
i'll go with you next week.
i promise.
...

oasis
'stop the clocks and turn the world around. let your love lay me down. and when the night is over, there'll be no sound. lock the box and leave it all behind. on the backseat of my mind. and when the night is over, where will i rise?'

riot.
audrey
stephanie
crystal
laura
nicole
erin
mable

boxcar racer.
credits.
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