You're a dope and a fiend for the show I know it will stretch as we go Unfollowing the current It's a great stride I think you're drunk from the faucet and sink Poor luck and the taste is distinct It's such a wash of chlorine Don't come to ring my door But I don't think that I'm replaceable A move but now it seems that I'm unshakeable Death to the pain I'm cellophane Beloved and unworthy but it's deep below Aim another kind of to the face like so Death is on its way How long I would stay here
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