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COUNT TO SIX AND DIE (THE VACUUM OF INFINITE SPACE ENCOMPASSING)
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She's got her eyes open wide
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She's got the dirt and spit of the world
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She's got her mouth on the metal
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The lips of a scared little girl
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I've got an angel in the lobby
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He's waiting to put me in line
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But I won't ask forgiveness
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For my faith has gone dry
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She's got her Christian prescriptures
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And death has crawled in her ear
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Like elevator music of songs
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That she shouldn't hear
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1...2...3 it spins around
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4...5...6 we all lay down
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some do it fast
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some do it better in smaller amounts
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Count to six and die (The vacuum of infinite space ...)
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| Marilyn Manson |
