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I still love my broken headIt sees the world in blue and redSometimes it plays tricks on meIt rewrites all my memoriesBut it's all mineAnd we've had some timesAnd when I hold it closeWell it feels like homeBeneath my fingersI still love my broken headMy holy ghost, my spider websMy comic book has missing panelsMy 12 inch screen has just one channelBut it sounds so goodTo be shocked and shookAnd insanely arranged into something calmSo someone somewhere eventually will sing alongFor the wrong reasons From Letras Mania