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The face of death is my best friend |
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He lurks behind my favorite bend |
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And though we meet, we never speak |
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I've got a feeling he's unique |
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He looks so crushed, but he's alright |
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He eats his food, he sleeps at night |
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His leather jacket's quite like mine |
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I'm sure we two would get on fine |
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But some day I'll make him mine |
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I'll wear your face, I'll come to tea |
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My place or yours and then you'll see |
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It's like walking through a mirror |
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He tried too hard, it never came |
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To anything, they burned his name |
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They threw him out 'cause he was wrong |
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And left him trapped inside this song |
