| You are just an empty girl
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| Empty in your body and your mind
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| Waiting to be filled up with somebody’s life
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| I swear it won’t be mine
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| Beautifully vacant like an
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| Ornamental dustbin with no lid
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| Swallowing the offal from the creeping cow
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| She’s grateful that you did
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| I don’t know why I look at you this way
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| There’s nothing else to do I guess it comes on you in blotches and it goes away
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| like somebody’s disease
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| And if I found a reason for this love I’d go and plant her in a trees
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| Away up on a hill there’d be so much to kill
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| There’d be so much to fight for and I wouldn’t care if you were there
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| (fill you with leaf mold.tadpoles.)
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| You are just an empty girl
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| You look divine but honey please don’t speak
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| The diamond is rancid I wish I was the worm beneath your cheek
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| Of all the vampires I have known none of them have ever left the night
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| You look like an angel as you suck up other peoples' light
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| And I don’t know why I look at you at all
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| My friends keep telling me that you’re a round and nasty drag
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| I wish you’d emigrate or live in a bassoon
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| And every time they played it you’d come dribbling out into an old spitoon
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| Oh, dribble out
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| You are just an empty girl
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| Empty empty empty all the time
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| Yeah
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| Looking for a petrol pump to shoot you full of pleasantries and slime
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| Yes you are
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| Yes you are
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| Yes you are
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| Yes you are
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| Yes you are
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| Yes you are
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| Yes you are
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| Yes you are
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| Yes you are
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| Yes you are
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| Yes you are
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| Yes you are |