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Illustrations on me, animation for you |
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Stories on my body, always comin' true |
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You ask if I'm insane, pictures of pain |
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Your stare I wear |
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You ask what they mean, they seem obsene |
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So unclean |
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Sit a while and watch my friend |
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Tell a story or two within my skin |
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A thousand times the need I did undergo, head to toe |
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My flesh has made an outcast of me, my strife, scarred for life |
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Sit down children, as my life unfolds |
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My body moves cold |
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Illustrations on me, animation on you |
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Stories on my body, always comin' true |
