I eat too much to die
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And not enough to stay alive
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I'm sitting in the middle waiting
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Days since I last pissed
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Cheeks sunken and despaired
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So gorgeous sunk to six stone
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Lose my only remaining home
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See my third rib appear
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A week later all my flesh disappears
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Stretching taut, cling-film on bone
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I'm getting better
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Karen says I've reached my target weight
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Kate and Emma and Kristin know it's fake
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Problem is diet's not a big enough word
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I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view
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I want to walk in the snow
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And not leave a footprint
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I want to walk in the snow
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And not soil its purity
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Stomach collapsed at five
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Lift up my skirt my sex is gone
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Naked and lovely and 5st. 2
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May I bud and never flower
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My vision's getting blurred
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But I can see my ribs and I feel fine
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My hands are trembling stalks
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And I can feel my breasts are sinking
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Mother trys to choke me with roast beef
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And sits savouring her sole Ryvita
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That's the way you're built my father said
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But I can change, my cocoon shedding
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I want to walk in the snow
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And not leave a footprint
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I want to walk in the snow
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And not soil its purity
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Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat
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All things I like looking at
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Too weak to fuss, too weak to die
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Choice is skeletal in everybody's life
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I choose my choice, I starve to frenzy
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Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires
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Legs bend, stockinged I am Twiggy
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And I don't mind the horror that surrounds me
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Self-worth scatters, self-esteem's a bore
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I long since moved to a higher plateau
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This discipline's so rare so please applaud
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Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so
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Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth
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Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse
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I've finally come to understand life
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Through staring blankly at my navel
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4st. 7lbs.
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| Manic Street Preachers |
