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Cutting Room Floor - Diamond Dust
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Cutting Room Floor Diamond Dust

Cutting Room Floor - Diamond Dust
Cut me up buttercup
Until i’m bloody
Stitch me up for the silver screen
I wanna be somebody

Unreel to reality
So burn all the acetate
Rewrite all the memories

Because you made me a mannequin
A puppet to use

Not even death can settle the score
I’m holding my breath going under
I won the battle but you won the war
Who’s gonna be next to the slaughter
A blade through the chest cut straight to thе core
Just like an edit you
Lеft on
The cutting room floor..
On the cutting room floor

Dark age is coming
The empire has fallen

All gods has left us
There’s no use ignoring
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