When the world has turned Paralyzed and wrong Cold blooded claws Never offered anything at all Past the point of love Shattered and untied Waiting to pick up the pieces That make it all alright But pieces of what Pieces of what Pieces of what Doesnt matter any more Moonlight on my floor Shining through the roof They got the city surrounded As if I needed proof I forgot my fear Feelings on the rise Burying all of the pieces Falling from the sky But pieces of what Pieces of what Pieces of what We used to call home Pieces of what We used to call home. -MGMT
Posted on: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 02:32:51 +0000
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