| Woke up this morning to a glass accident
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| Glass fell in love with the floor
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| Too many pieces there for me to clean up
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| So I left a warning message by the door
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| Danger on a scary skull and crossbones
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| A piece of paper on the floor
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| Covered broken pieces of a love dream lingering there
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| That could do some damage for ever more
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| Just imagine what could go wrong
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| And how some life’s could change forever
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| If you’re not careful how you handle delicate things
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| But now is better than never
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| There was a lingering hope that made it through the dark night
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| And threatened everything there after
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| Hope that was confusing, looking like a bight light
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| Blinding you forever with its power
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| Woke up this morning to a glass accident
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| Glass fell in love with the floor
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| Too many pieces there for me to clean up
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| So I left a warning message by the door |