Fellow Mr Coroner
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Adjust me to the bark, eh
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Correct me to the ribs
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And I will get hurt and hurt
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And forget the scalpel inside
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It's dust
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Everything we say
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Neutrino
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Do not explode words
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TNT
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Everything breaks in half
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And more and more parts
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believe me believe me
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I can do everything
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I have to lift up
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Your body
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Extremely simple plan
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And I'm already halfway down on the floor with my body
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I'm already halfway through the idea
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I stand
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Like an idol filled with meaning
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I stand
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I take a small shot
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I stand
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How hard it is to walk, Mr. Coroner
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I'll probably still stand here
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Just feel sorry for myself, hmm
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I feel so sorry for myself, you count
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I'm drowning in my pity like she gave birth to me, like she gave birth to me
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I feel so sorry for myself, hmm
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I feel so sorry for myself, you count
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I'm drowning in my pity, as if she gave birth to me with an abyss in the place of my chest
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Don't smoke with me on the sidelines, you have a bad taste, and I'm lying on such a shelf, I don't cry
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don't laugh
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Don't save me, I normally choose my path where I lie on the far shelf
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spit and spit
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Don't smoke with me on the sidelines, you have a bad taste, and I'm lying on such a shelf, I don't cry
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don't laugh
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Do not save me, I normally choose my path where I lie on the Far shelf not
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I hope I don't pray
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Bronze is not so bad I feel so comfortable being number three
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I sin on the bad taste of your block, I sniff everything and read it on fries
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Quiet street as if everyone is dead, loud children sing until dawn
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It's like everyone gives a fuck about each and it seems like everyone is killed for everyone
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Someone's old old Nokia is calling, I don't want to say anything
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Weekdays break my legs and ribs, burning all the varicosies, give me a motive
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I'll probably still stand here, they break my face for a cheeky look
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They never call me anywhere, I feel sorry for myself, but I push shit
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I came up with a scheme to explain to everyone why no one here is in the courses for me
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I'm scared to start with frank bullshit, it's easier for me not to write anything at all
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I got serious cabbage soup from my dad, I will rub it very seriously
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To do shit, I don't need reasons to do more of me. You have to feel sorry, come on.
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same
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Just feel sorry for myself, hmm
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I feel so sorry for myself, you count
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I'm drowning in my pity like she gave birth to me, like she gave birth to me
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I feel so sorry for myself, hmm
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I feel so sorry for myself, you count
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I'm drowning in my pity, as if she gave birth to me with an abyss in the place of my chest
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Don't smoke with me on the sidelines, you have a bad taste, and I'm lying on such a shelf, I don't cry
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don't laugh
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Don't save me, I normally choose my path where I lie on the far shelf
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spit and spit
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Don't smoke with me on the sidelines, you have a bad taste, and I'm lying on such a shelf, I don't cry
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don't laugh
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Do not save me, I normally choose my path where I lie on the Far shelf not
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I hope I don't pray |