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A sketch for the state of non-virginity |
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The blueprint of my body spread out on the table |
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Men stand in aprons with trowels and dividers |
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Projecting an arc across my beautiful skin |
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I will not have what I do not want |
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Control the body, control the mind |
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The man in the dress who made the rule is spying on his neighbours |
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But if I don't own my body how can I sell my labour? |
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Life should be hard, life must be pain |
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Pride of the living again and again |
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Mr. Pro-Life, beat up your wife |
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Support for the war, death to the poor |
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I spoke to a girl from Scotland |
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Who was pregnant and didn't want to be |
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We went back to the hospital |
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And had a cup of tea |
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All the demons rolled into one |
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Were dripping down her cheek |
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And put back the splintered glass back in her heart |
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There's a lot of ghosts down here |
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Like crying in the dark |
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A taxi pulled up to park and I was left sulking, solemn |
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Half hinting, half revealing shrouded seducteur |
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Legislation to obey as in a dreamless sleep |
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He built a model car for me that glides through darkness, spinning |
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Analysed and supervised, he don't even know who I am |
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We're born to suffer, live and die in pain |
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It's what we deserve to pay for our sin |
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You are so moral, your judgments are served |
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Protect the unborn, put the living down |
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A political, hypocritical, big money Nazi cause |
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Protect the unborn, feed the poor |
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Mr. Pro-Life, beat up your wife |
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Support for the war, death to the poor |