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[Paycheck]
Broken glass on the hotel floor
Gotta face my past 'fore I end up in your arms, in your arms
I write my thoughts on an empty page
But no matter what I do, I still feel the same in your arms, in your arms

[Paycheck]
Yeah, I've called and you won't pick up
So tell 'em that I'm gone and I won't wake up
I asked if you wanted love, I just wanted it to last
Now I'm sitting in a pile of my own glass
Emotions got me insane
Feels like I'm losing my mind
We hoped we'd work through the pain
But now we've run out of time

[Paycheck]
You keep trying to undo me
That won't be my fate
What is life when the money and the fame gone?

[Paycheck]
Broken glass on the hotel floor
Gotta face my past 'fore I end up in your arms, in your arms
I write my thoughts on an empty page
But no matter what I do, I still feel the same in your arms in your arms

[Eredaze]
Ah yeah, but now I sit in a pile of glass
Reminiscing 'bout our past
And how I was happier then
'Cause now my thoughts, they run away
And I need a safe place
That used to be inside your arms
But nowadays it feels like-

[Paycheck]
You keep trying to undo me
That won't be my fate
What is life when the money and the fame gone?

[Paycheck]
Broken glass on the hotel floor
Gotta face my past 'fore I end up in your arms, in your arms
I write my thoughts on an empty page
But no matter what I do, I still feel the same in your arms, in your arms

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