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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