| For far too long now I’ve been contemplating from afar
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| Despite the fact that I believe that we would be on par
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| My pasty face is a disgrace for all of human race
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| That’s why I beg for you to implement the coup de grace
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| Come rid me of disease
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| Then force me to my knees
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| Oh darling
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| My thoughts they may be rank
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| Pull out that gat now strike me point-blank
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| Share with me your disease
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| So I can pass at ease
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| Oh loverboy
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| My fantasies tear me to shreds
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| Make them real and me drop dead
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| I found true bliss in acting free of all morality
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| Yet then thought it bad truly indulging in reality
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| The mind is much more mighty than whatever a human hand can do
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| That of course excludes a firearm pressed on me held by you
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| Come rid me of disease
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| Then force me to my knees
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| Oh darling
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| My thoughts they may be rank
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| Pull out that gat now strike me point-blank
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| Share with me your disease
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| So I can pass at ease
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| Oh loverboy
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| My fantasies tear me to shreds
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| Make them real and me drop dead
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| Choke me out so I can breathe
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| Dim the light so I can see
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| Kill me now and set me free
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| Come rid me of disease
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| Then force me to my knees
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| Oh darling
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| My thoughts they may be rank
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| Pull out that gat now strike me point-blank
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| Share with me your disease
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| So I can pass at ease
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| Oh loverboy
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| My fantasies tear me to shreds
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| Make them real and me drop dead |