My friend,
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She wants,
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To be a suicide girl.
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I'll take her picture,
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For the whole wide world.
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I've known her for a long time,
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You could say that I'm a fan,
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But I always thought that I would be her man.
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My friend,
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She wants,
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To be the girl of suicide.
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She wants a number,
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For her radical side.
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I know that she is special,
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I can see what she has got,
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But without her gloves and garnered clothes (?)
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She will take them to the world,
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Exposed, she gives it all away.
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My friend,
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She sometimes gets anxiety and stress.
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She got a man,
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From the NHS.
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She proclaims a week of sadness!
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She's abstained from telling jokes!
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The world will see her poor image, (?)
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A butterfly to empathy.
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I know that I can do it,
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I'm in to light, I'm in to shade.
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But let's face the facts,
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We ain't goin' back,
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When she takes off her clothes we'll never be the same again!
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Suicide Girl
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| Belle & Sebastian |
