Burnt Cigarettes
Old broken Lamp
That velvet dress
Your last high-school dance
In from the cold
Out from the night
She told the world
how she wants to die
There is nothing
To call your own
So let them listen
So let them gather round
We have all been bitten
Branded pound for pound
Your useless case
My broken bell
Your painting up that old wishing well
There was no truth
To set you free
nothing amazing, a false prophecy
There is nothing
To call your own
So let them listen
So let them gather round
We have all been bitten
Branded pound for pound
It's an empty highway
And we've traveled very long
There is nowhere to go
Now we're on our own
Branded
Branded
Branded
Branded
It's an empty highway
and we've traveled very long
There is nowhere to go
Now we're on our own
So let them listen
So let them gather round
We have all been bitten
Branded pound for pound
It's an empty highway
and we've traveled very long
There is nowhere to go
Now we're on our own
Branded
Branded
Branded
Branded

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