| I’m not so pretty now
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| They’re filthy next to me
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| I’m staring at myself
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| In family therapy
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| I’m dying day by day
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| But no one cries for me They’d rather slit their wrists
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| Than french kiss the elderly!
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| (Don't shoot! Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!)
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| On the day we broke you made the
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| On the day that we die
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| On the day we broke you made the whole world
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| Stop it, you’re hurting me Stop it, you’re hurting me Stop it, you’re hurting me Stop it!
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| I’m sitting quietly
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| In gothic sympathy
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| I tried to cut myself,
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| But they won’t watch me bleed
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| They do not understand
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| They are afraid of me They’d rather shoot themselves
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| Than french kiss the elderly!
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| (Don't shoot! Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!)
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| On the day we broke you made the
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| On the day that we die
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| On the day we broke you made the whole world
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| Stop it, you’re hurting me Stop it, you’re hurting me Stop it, you’re hurting me Stop it!
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| I’m sitting pretty now
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| With filthy next to me
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| I have two tumored hands
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| And a diseased body
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| C’mon, let’s kill ourselves,
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| Than french kiss the elderly!
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| On the day we broke you made the
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| On the day that we die
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| On the day we broke you made the whole world
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| Stop it!
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| No!
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| Stop it, you’re hurting me Stop it, you’re hurting me Stop it Don’t…
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| Don’t you…
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| Don’t you fuckin touch me!
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| (Don't touch me) |