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Armor For The Broken Call It A Tragedy

ll play pretend we're invisible again your word cut like broken glass the pain it hurts but it doesn't last I'll bottle it up and save it for the

of sorts was occurring. A boy of seventeen years called Challis was urging an uprising among his captured companions. Futile though it was, it earned Challis a

muzzle, tussle with the 'gimme gimme' Nothing in common with prominent modern city envy Subtly bloodied up, what a seedy media frenzy I found a cure for cancer but it

and touch us [Chorus x2] [Mantra:] The stigma of a flower, pistol in a hair piece A static symbol of a mind, that impeach The legacy on the mound, he