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Pieces of What
by MGMT



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,
doesn't matter any more

Moonlight on my floor,
shinning through the roof,
and they got the city surronded,
as if I need proof.
I forgot my fear,
I feel it on the rise,
buried by all of the pieces, falling from the sky.

Pieces of what,
pieces of what,
pieces of what, we used to call home.
pieces of what, we used to call home.

Ley my dragon's teeth,
and shallow waters steel.
At the Belgian gate, I waited for my meal.
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Lyrics submitted by Trey.