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