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This isn’t really death, this isn’t really life
This isn’t really anything I think I like
And I will not sit up, (something)and beg, not for you or anyone
I will not cut my fucking hair
We have no reasons but we still have fun
Down on the floor baby whisper my name, yeah
When I rip your back to shreds
I put my blue suede shoes
In soft remains of your spine
I wont stand in, baby
Your spinal remains
I want to stand in
In your spinal remains
In chains
This isn’t really death, this isn’t really life
This isn’t really anything I think I like
And I will not grin or piss on the flag
Not for you or anyone
I will not plug a fucking ass
I wont stand in
Baby your spinal remains
I won’t savage
Baby your spinal remains
They’re making me sick
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