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Cut-Out
Your number fakes coming along without youKnowing a shift took place
Your father hooks a wing about you
If you flail this broken sword around you´ll
Cut nothing up
Again we´ll face these things when they´re dead issues
Moments take each others place
Born and forgotten the same way
Hey, I´ll pay you to cut me out
A blower of hot flesh is a baby
That´s the first white stuff I sucked
To feed this open fire with a windy day
Moments take each others place
Born and forgotten the same way
Never knowing who you are
