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Many years ago today something grewinside of your mother... |
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That thing was you |
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YOUYOU YOU |
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YOU YOUDid she scream did she cry |
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Only those that are born are the ones that |
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Get to die |
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One more year closer to dying |
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Rotting organs ripping grinding |
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Biological discordance |
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Birthday equals self abhorrence |
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Years keep passing aging always |
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Mutate into vapid slugs |
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Doctor gives a new perscription |
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Bullet in a fucking gun |
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One more year closer to dying |
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Plastic surgeons fuel the lying |
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You forget why you came in here |
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Your mind rots with every |
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New YearRS |
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VP PLEASEFor the |
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DETH of thee |
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You have little time |
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And you're running out of life |
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Happy Birthday |
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You're gonna die |
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Now you're old and full of hatred |
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Take a pill to masturbatred |
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Children point to you and scream |
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Because they will become that thing |
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One more year of further suffering |
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There's no point of fucking bluffing |
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Open up your |
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DETHDAY present |
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It's a box of fucking nothing |
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RSVP PLEAS |
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EFor the D |
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ETH of thee |
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You have little time |
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And you're running out of life |
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DIE DIEDET |
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HDAYBIRTHD |
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AYDETHDAYD |
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IE DIEDETH |
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DAYBIRTHDA |
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YDETHDAYRS |
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VP PLEASEFor the |
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DETH of thee |
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You have little time |
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And you're running out of life |
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Happy Birthday |
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You're gonna die |
