Muscle connects to the bone
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And bone to the ire and the marrow
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I wish I had a gentle mind
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And a spine made up of iron
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Mouth connects to the teeth
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And teeth to the loves and curses
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Honey can you reach the spot
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That need oilin' and fixin'?
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H-E-L-P
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Help me, help me
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H-E-L-P
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Help me, help me
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Muscle connects to the bone
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And bone to the ire and the marrow
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So I pretend there aren't ten strings
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Tied to all ten of my fingers
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H-E-L-P
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Help me, help me
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If you want we could go somewhere else
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H-E-L-P
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H-E-L-P
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H-E-L-P
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H-E-L-P
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Marrow
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| St. Vincent |
