| I see you, down on the front line
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| Such a sight for sore eyes, you’re a suicide makeover
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| Plastic eyes, lookin' through a numbskull
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| Self-effaced, what’s his face, you’ve erased yourself, so shut up
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| You don’t let up
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| You have a growth that must be treated
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| Like a severed severe pain in the neck
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| You can smell it, but you can’t see it
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| No explanation identified cause
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| You don’t know, you don’t say that you got no reply
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| Hey you, where did you come from?
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| Got a head full of lead, you’re an inbred bastard son
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| All dressed up, red blooded, a mannequin
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| Do or die, no reply, don’t deny that you’re synthetic
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| You’re pathetic
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| You have a growth that must be treated
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| Like a severed severe pain in the neck
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| You can smell it but you can’t see it
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| No explanation identified cause
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| You don’t know, you don’t say that you got no reply
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| You don’t know, you don’t say that you got no reply
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| I see you, down on the front line
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| Such a sight for sore eyes, you’re a suicide makeover
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| You don’t know, you don’t say that you got no reply
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| You don’t know, you don’t say that you got no reply |