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oh as the sad mechanic |
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I tried to fix your stomach for parts and labors |
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I searched the recovery room you need a compass on your forehead 'cause you're lost in my afterlife you need a top hat for the nightmares when you're under the knife your wings are on that machine your brain is on a kite and your face is on that hospital fly oh as the plastic surgeon |
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I tried to fix your cheekbones for parts and labor |
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I searched the old junkyard |
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I need life insurance on my zipper to kick you out of my pants |
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I need car insurance on my lover |
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I crashed under her trance you're in orbit around my dreams your breath smells like needles and your face on is on that hospital fly your wings are on that machine your brain is on a kite and your face is on that hospital fly |
