Cut lyrics by Garbage Dogs. Starting to play You'll meet the really means to betray My flesh is going down Watch my nervous breakdown Cut, cut, cut my senses...
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Starting to play
You'll meet the really means to betray
My flesh is going down
Watch my nervous breakdown
Cut, cut, cut my senses out
Cut, cut, cut my senses
You don't need to speak
You don't bring me what i need
You don't breed rotten seeds
You don't bring me what i need
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