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Dying is an art like everything else |
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I do it exceptionally well |
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I do it that it feels like hell |
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I do it that it seems real |
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I guess you could say I've a call |
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It's easy enough to do it in a cell |
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It's easy enough to do it and stay put |
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It's theatrical, beware ! |
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Herr God, Herr Lucifer beware ! |
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Out of the ash I'll rise with my black hair |
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and I'll eat men like air |
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Out of the ash I'll rise with my black hair |
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Herr God, Herr Lucifer beware! |
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Out of the ash I'll rise with my black hair |
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and I'll eat men like air |
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Out of the ash I'll rise with my black hair |
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Herr God, Herr Lucifer beware ! |
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[Lyrics by Sylvia Plath.] |
