| Hateful, painful
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| Her skin is melted to the floor
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| Shapeless, faceless
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| Her twisted feature oh the horror
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| Every time I look into your sweet disfiguration,
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| I’m convinced you’d be so gorgeous if your face existed
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| Not of this earth
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| Not of this earth
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| Your eyes will turn to black
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| And the tears you weep will cut like broken glass
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| Not of this earth
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| Trade in your body for a model with these modern features
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| I’d hold your hand if you had fingers but we’re horrible creatures
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| Every time I place my fist inside your plastic ribcage
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| I crush your artificial heart but somehow you’re still breathing
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| Not of this earth
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| Not of this earth
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| Your eyes will turn to black
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| And the tears you weep will cut like broken glass
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| Not of this earth
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| You’re eyes are empty: Broken
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| There is no point in trying
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| Your kiss is deadly: Poison
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| We are so sick of dying now
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| Every time I tear your heart into 1,000 pieces
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| I know that you’ll be back for more
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| Little girl, although your face is screaming «devastation»
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| I’m convinced you’d be so famous with
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| Your wretched face on television |