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Only a downstat |
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Personality problem |
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He would say things like 'I love you' |
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And cry real tears |
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Met him in some place |
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Like a home for old mothers |
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Where the cure is always death |
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But no-one ever leaves |
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He wore a number 7 |
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Badge on his collar |
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He would show it with pride |
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And say 'it means I can feel' |
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He'd bribe the warders |
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To send letters to someone |
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Who didn't even know his name |
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But said she'd read them anyway |
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And in the evening (??) |
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He writes poetry for people |
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Who deny he's alive |
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And say 'I'll mention that name' |
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A violator of the law of no feelings |
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They should be put in the chair |
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Until their eyes come in |
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If you have reasons |
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I might sell you my time |
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I'll leave it under the stairs |
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In a body of mine |
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Old memories are slowly fading out of me |
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We are the unknowns, we are all you need |