| Oh, to have a pristine claw
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| These hands are old and sore
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| The knuckles, they ache
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| The bones they do break
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| Oh, to have a youthful frown
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| Bleed on the surgeon’s gown
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| Put plastic in me
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| I’m perfect you see
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| Don’t look older than 43
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| But really I’m 70
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| Now run young man
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| And get my pills from the pharmacy
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| Rearrange my face for a hefty fee
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| I can’t change the inside of me
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| I’m a vampire of the 21st century
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| Oh, to have a pristine claw
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| Marry the doctor when I’m poor
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| A face I can love
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| A cut that’s above
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| If the aliens landed here
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| They’d see why we’re so weird
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| We’re destined to die
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| We’re destined to die
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| Don’t look older than 43
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| But really I’m 70
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| Now run young man
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| And get my pills from the pharmacy
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| Rearrange my face for a hefty fee
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| I can’t change the inside of me
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| I’m a vampire of the 21st century
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| That’s me, that’s me, that’s me, that’s me
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| That’s me, that’s me, that’s me, that’s me
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| That’s me, that’s me, that’s me, that’s me |