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Everything ok |
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A regular life but here just me |
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I'm a lonely guy |
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With the craziest mind |
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I love my job |
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I see the pain of others |
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I am a proud nurse |
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Working on the abortion room |
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Working on the abortion room |
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Why no one keep their children? |
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They're just dead |
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If you don't mind |
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I'm gonna play with them |
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Now they live with me |
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In my dark deep basement |
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All they are my sons |
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Don't worry this is not gore |
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Don't worry |
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I'll use them with care |
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All they are my sons |
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Don't worry this is not gore |
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All they are my sons |
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Don't worry this is not gore |
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This is wrong his face |
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Doesn't match |
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Or maybe on her |
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The other one's eyes |
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Let's give it a try |
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They look good now |
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So much better than |
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So much better than |
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When they pretend to be born |
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There're so many parts left |
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Hundred fingers |
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Tiny arms |
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And those heads |
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Stop looking at me |
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Everything ok |
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A regular life but here just me |
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I'm a lonely guy |
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With the craziest mind |
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I love my job |
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I see the pain of ??? others |
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I am a proud nurse |
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Working on the abortion room |
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Working on the abortion room |
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??? No forgiveness for them ??? |
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Why no one keep their children? |
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? Fuck them ? |
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They're just dead |
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If you don't mind |
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I'm gonna play with them |
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Now they live with me |
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In my dark deep basement |
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This is wrong his face |
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Doesn't match |
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Or maybe on her |
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The other one's eyes |
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Let's give it a try |
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They look good now |
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So much better than |
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When they pretend to be born |
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There're so many parts left |
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Hundred fingers |
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There're so many parts left |
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Tiny arms |
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There're so many parts |
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There're so many parts left |
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Hundred fingers |
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Why you mess with me, |
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In here smells like rotten innocents |
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Let's just keep this between us |
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And stop telling me all my sins |
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Buring this in tiny boxes |
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And all? |
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You and me burning in hell. |
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You and me burn in hell. |
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Die |
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Why you mess with me, |
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In here smells like rotten innocents |
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Let's just keep this between us |
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And stop telling me all my sins |
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Buring this in tiny boxes |
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And all? |
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You and me burning in hell. |
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You and me burn in hell. |
