The word love is nothing like the word confetti,
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You can't just throw it around in the air like that for fun
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For fun, Are you sad, now I can hardly tell
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If you're being tortured momentarily you're most likely searching for a new
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Hell
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Drippin' wet with something savory I,
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Insert a token of salutation for you to remember me by
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The experiments have no names
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And surely no purposes
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You can call it a tradition
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But they don't really sting that bad now anyhow
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Get back on that icy extermination table,
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After all, It's only your first audition,
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It's only your first audition!
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Man I can't wait to see the failing premiere
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Chats with Japura are not what they really appear,
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Showed her photos of herself
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The river formed a slightly, deformed crest
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She told me living is just a placement exam, to find the best
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Rearrange their legs, anxious florists He is a glacier
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Camellia's a fault line. Small white ivories gash her knuckle,
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Struggling against their bodies and mine.
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You want them to all know your name, You tell me when
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The cameras still rolling and there's ten hungry waiting men
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Infinite Suck
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| I Set My Friends On Fire |
