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I walk on broken glass
I step on dying kings
I see their bags are packed
with cuts of mirrors
I walk on broken glass
all skin open wide
they take my child
and make me walk in line
in line on broken glass
I walk on broken glass
I walk on broken glass
I step on dying kings
I see their bags are packed
with cuts of mirrors
I walk on broken glass
all skin open wide
they take my child
and make me walk in line
in line on broken glass
I walk on broken glass