What'll I do till my fingers dry? Till the messy little grabbers get their way?
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I would cancel all the answers in the wink of an eye
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Just to give my hands a decent place to play
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I don't wanna hear about your poor, private hell
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I don't need to see you scars or count your tumors
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I'm corrupt, and I'm feeling swell
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Why do you complain so often when your disease is nicer?
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Your disease is nicer
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Everybost trusts in me that I'll make them well
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Now I'm here to put an end to all those rumors
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When you meet my prize personnel
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You're as good as in your coffin, 'cause your disease is nicer
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Your disease is nicer than mine
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Standing all day in a sterile room
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Can leave a surgeon feeling kinda drained
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I'm bored with all your bleedin' and I'm sick of your doom
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You're only here to keep me entertained
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Year after year, my practice thrives
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And I still treat my patients all the same
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I play with their emotions and collect on their lives
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And someone else will always get the blame
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Your Disease Is Nicer
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