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Now featuring our main creature
His eyes red from the smoke
His smile weak like a paper cup
As you watch and choke
Notice the smears of make-up
He ain't like the rest, He ain't like them
When he gets started he rolls like a rim
He'll hurt until the light dims
And he just might hurt himself
Stored letters on a old dusty shelf

Reveal his inner angst
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