| «But you’re not being rational, Miss Tyler.
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| Now you know you can’t expect to live any kind of a life among them…
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| Normal people.
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| «I could try… I… I could wear a mask for this bandage…
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| Or… I wouldn’t bother anybody
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| I’d just go my own way… I’d get a job, any job! |
| Who are you people anyway!
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| What is this state! |
| Who makes all these rules and traditions and statutes that
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| People who are different have to stay away from people who are normal?
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| The state isn’t God, doctor.»
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| «Miss Tyler, please… please…»
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| «THE STATE IS NOT GOD!»
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| I don’t bathe in the flesh like the American way…
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| But I’ve savored the breathe of American ladies…
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| Another bee in the petals of a flower choked in the weeds…
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| Your mother lied when she said she knows of real beauty… ohhhh
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| What is the dimensional difference between beauty and something… repellent…
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| If you swallow the bait
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| With a bottle of wine
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| You can live like a queen
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| In the open wound of a pretty smile…
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| If you swallow the bait
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| With a bottle of wine
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| You can live like a queen
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| In the open wound of a pretty smile.
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| Well I ate for hours and hours and hours and I’m still hungry…
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| I Filled the body with gasoline and let you ignite me… ohh
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| I’d only wish I had a match for every baby girl on Earth.
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| To save them from drowning in their mother’s milk after birth…
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| After birth…
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| «You mean imprisoned, don’t you doctor?
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| You’re talking about a ghetto aren’t you?
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| A ghetto designed for freaks!»
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| You don’t sleep in your skin 'cause it makes you feel cheap…
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| So you hang it next to your bed and hope your bones will still keep… ohh
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| Yeah!
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| If you swallow the bait
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| With a bottle of wine
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| If you swallow the bait
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| With a bottle of wine… |