| Everything ok
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| A regular life but here just me
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| I’m a lonely guy
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| With the craziest mind
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| I love my job
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| I see the pain of others
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| I am a proud nurse
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| Working on the abortion room
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| Working on the abortion room
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| Why no one keep their children?
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| They’re just dead
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| If you don’t mind
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| I’m gonna play with them
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| Now they live with me
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| In my dark deep basement
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| All they are my sons
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| Don’t worry this is not gore
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| Don’t worry
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| I’ll use them with care
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| All they are my sons
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| Don’t worry this is not gore
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| All they are my sons
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| Don’t worry this is not gore
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| This is wrong his face
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| Doesn’t match
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| Or maybe on her
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| The other one’s eyes
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| Let’s give it a try
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| They look good now
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| So much better than
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| So much better than
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| When they pretend to be born
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| There’re so many parts left
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| Hundred fingers
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| Tiny arms
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| And those heads
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| Stop looking at me
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| Everything ok
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| A regular life but here just me
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| I’m a lonely guy
|
| With the craziest mind
|
| I love my job
|
| I see the pain of ??? |
| others
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| I am a proud nurse
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| Working on the abortion room
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| Working on the abortion room
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| ??? |
| No forgiveness for them ???
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| Why no one keep their children?
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| ? |
| Fuck them?
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| They’re just dead
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| If you don’t mind
|
| I’m gonna play with them
|
| Now they live with me
|
| In my dark deep basement
|
| This is wrong his face
|
| Doesn’t match
|
| Or maybe on her
|
| The other one’s eyes
|
| Let’s give it a try
|
| They look good now
|
| So much better than
|
| When they pretend to be born
|
| There’re so many parts left
|
| Hundred fingers
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| There’re so many parts left
|
| Tiny arms
|
| There’re so many parts
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| There’re so many parts left
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| Hundred fingers
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| Why you mess with me
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| In here smells like rotten innocents
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| Let’s just keep this between us
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| And stop telling me all my sins
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| Buring this in tiny boxes
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| And all?
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| You and me burning in hell
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| You and me burn in hell
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| Die
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| Why you mess with me
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| In here smells like rotten innocents
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| Let’s just keep this between us
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| And stop telling me all my sins
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| Buring this in tiny boxes
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| And all?
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| You and me burning in hell
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| You and me burn in hell |