| My friend,
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| She wants,
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| To be a suicide girl.
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| I’ll take her picture,
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| For the whole wide world.
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| I’ve known her for a long time,
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| You could say that I’m a fan,
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| But I always thought that I would be her man.
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| My friend,
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| She wants,
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| To be the girl of suicide.
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| She wants a number,
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| For her radical side.
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| I know that she is special,
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| I can see what she has got,
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| But without her gloves and garnered clothes (?)
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| She will take them to the world,
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| Exposed, she gives it all away.
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| My friend,
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| She sometimes gets anxiety and stress.
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| She got a man,
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| From the NHS.
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| She proclaims a week of sadness!
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| She’s abstained from telling jokes!
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| The world will see her poor image, (?)
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| A butterfly to empathy.
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| I know that I can do it,
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| I’m in to light, I’m in to shade.
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| But let’s face the facts,
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| We ain’t goin' back,
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| When she takes off her clothes we’ll never be the same again! |