She was just 17;
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Pious and pretty with a deadly disease,
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And the weight of the world on her prosthetic shoulder.
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And by the summer of '96,
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Her body was cracked like porcelain.
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Just like some precious moments collectible,
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In a hospital gown and a big bright golden halo.
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And so three cheers for my morose and grieving pals.
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And now let's hear it for the tears that i've welled up.
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We've come too far to have to give it all up now.
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We live lives that are rich and blessed,
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And we'll burn for how we transgress.
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Now I've mastered the art,
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Of the open casket prayer, and the singing guitar.
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And I've found the rewards weren't half what I'd hoped for
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And meanwhile we all feigned hope and mirth,
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As her parents went on and lied to her;
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All about the success of the surgeries,
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And how my ex-girlfriend was now sleeping with her fiance.
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And so three cheers for my morose and grieving pals.
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And now let's hear it for the tears that i've welled up.
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We've come too far to have to give it all up now.
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We live lives that are rich and blessed,
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And we'll burn for how we transgress.
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If there's any justice in heaven,
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Than God won't let me in.
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He'll lock the gates and take my weekend pass away.
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With a sympathetic wave they'll see me off.
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Reserve my golden crown while I am cursed to walk the earth for a millenia.
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I know I deserve worse but it terrifies me and I can't take it anymore.
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And so three cheers for my morose and grieving pals.
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And now let's hear it for the tears that i've welled up.
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We've come too far to have to give it all up now.
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We live lives that are rich and blessed,
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And we'll burn for how we transgress.
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Morrissey
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