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I see you down in the front line |
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Such a sight for sore eyes |
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You're a suicide makeover |
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Plastic eyes |
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Looking through a numb skull |
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Sell effaced, what's his face |
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You erased yourself |
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So shut up, you don't let up |
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You have a growth that must be treated |
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Like a sudden severe pain in the neck |
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You can smell it but you can't see it |
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No explanation identified |
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'Cause you don't know, you don't say |
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And you got no reply |
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Hey you, where did you come from? |
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Got a head full of lead |
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You're an inbred bastard son |
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All dressed up, redblooded |
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A mannequin, do or die, no reply |
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Don't deny that you're synthetic |
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You're pathetic |
