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Woorden: Eighteen Visions. You Broke Like Glass.

Can I get away, get away from you
'Cause your broken edge is what told the truth
Standing in the corner, you start facing the wall alone
Shaking, you crawl away
But by now, you've been so consumed

You gave it up for a dirty dime a dozen
Now you're layin' in the corner so lonely
Locked up, locked down, so down and out

I'm watchin' you die slowly
Standing in the corner, you start facing the wall alone
Shaking, you crawl away
But by now, you've been so consumed

Can I get away, get away from you
'Cause your broken edge is what's killing you
And I choke at the sight of you, and I choke
Yeah, you're turning blue

Do you feel fine now?
Can I get away, get away from you
'Cause your broken edge is what's killing you
Do you feel fine now?

And I choke at the sight of you, and I choke
Yeah, you're turning blue