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Made To Be Broken Notion Of Motion

some salty popcorns You're so far gone. Cut yourself to feel the pain Cut yourself to feel the pain Be useful Split blood, make yourself a martyr Maybe our notion

surrounded By the pieces of my life Would it all be easier If I lay be down to die Dreams piled high On the back of this broken man Is this all? Born

made you mine and we been through this [one time] I told you from the Get-go and I thought baby you knew this I can't be with you like you want me to