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Mine was a Wednesday death |
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One afternoon |
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At approximately three-fifteen |
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I gave up and died |
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And nobody cried |
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Mine was a bloodless death |
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Not grim |
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Not gory |
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More like |
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Ali Macgraw's new enzyme |
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Detergent demise in "love story" |
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Neat and tidy |
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Unlike Christ's on Friday |
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Friends were fooled |
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By the fact |
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I still breathed |
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And I spoke |
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And I smiled |
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And I lied |
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In my handy dandy |
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Imitation life disguise kit |
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I sent away for it |
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The styrofoam face |
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Fits so neatly in place |
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With the pre-recorded voice |
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Of your choice |
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And it almost sounds read |
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It's a guaranteed deal |
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And you don't feel a thing |
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And you can teach it to sing |
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And all your friends |
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Are deceived |
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And nobody grieves |
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Mine was a Wednesday death |
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One afternoon |
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At approximately three-fifteen |
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I was quietly |
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Laid to rest |
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And nobody guessed |
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A handy disposable heart |
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Marks time in a plastic breast |
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And so it goes |
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And nobody knows |
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I am |
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Non |
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Bio-degradable. |
