Broken Glass

Buckcherry

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    Murder books and the face in my nightmares
    Blood and tears and the enemy's right here
    Sickened, broken, blood shed, murder you're children
    Torture, treason, never falling out of war
    Standing on a broken glass!
    Sing my angel, life has slowly slipped away
    Killing fields and I'm starting to miss you
    Poronograph's all I got for a bedroom
    Sickened, broken, blood shed, murder you're children
    Torture, treason, never falling out of war
    Standing on broken glass!
    Sing my angel, life has slowly slipped away
    Life's so fragile a revolution taking place
    Bullet shells and famine and stab wounds
    I wish I could do more than write you
    Sickened, broken, blood shed, murder you're children
    Torture, treason, never falling out of war
    Standing on broken glass!
    Sing my angel, life has slowly slipped away
    Life's so fragile a revolution taking place

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    Composition: Josh Todd

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