| Oh.
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| Five A.M. |
| on the bathroom floor from the night before.
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| Do you find me dreadful?
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| What a shame such a sad disgrace,
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| Such a pretty face,
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| But she’s not regretful.
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| Am I beautiful?
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| Am I usable?
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| It’s killing time again.
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| Put on your face and let’s pretend,
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| These killing lights won’t kill us all again.
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| Three A.M. |
| on the city street,
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| When the air is sweet,
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| I’ve had my mouth full.
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| But it seems that outside the screen
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| Such a pretty face often will look dreadful.
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| Am I beautiful?
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| Am I usable?
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| It’s killing time again.
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| Put on your face and let’s pretend,
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| These killing lights won’t kill us all again.
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| It’s killing time again.
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| Cover your face and we’ll pretend,
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| These killing lights can’t kill us all again.
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| You see, they always remember.
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| They never forget a face.
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| When they cut cut cut cut cut cut cut you up,
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| Cut cut cut cut cut they remember.
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| Cut cut cut cut cut cut cut you up.
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| Cut you uppppppppp.
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| It’s killing time again.
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| Put on your face and let’s pretend,
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| These killing lights won’t kill us all again.
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| It’s killing time again.
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| Cover your face and we’ll pretend,
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| These killing lights can’t kill us all again.
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| All again.
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| All again.
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| It’s time again.
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| It’s killing time… |