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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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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I won't ask forgiveness
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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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and it spins around 1...2...3
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and we all lay down 4...5...6
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some do it fast
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some do it better in smaller amounts
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and it spins around 1...2...3
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and we all lay down 4...5...6
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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 Encompassing)
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Marilyn Manson |