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You build yourself up in plastic, removing the signs of age |
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You pay for plastic surgery, to get a grip on the pace |
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And every day you wake up smiling, knowing you look fine |
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'Cause you have paid a lot of money, to get "lifted" from behind |
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The skin around your face is thin and tightened to the bone |
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Your nose got lifted from within, your hair is not your own |
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Your body looks as if you worked out, you ain't done a thing |
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'Cause if you did, the risk would be, the cracking of your skin |
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How do you feel? Knowing you ain't you |
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How do you feel? When you look at you |
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How do you feel? Can you count the scars |
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How do you feel? Do you feel like the stars |
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Plastic surgery |
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Inhuman, can't you see |
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So fuck you living deads |
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Get plastic in your heads |
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How do you feel? |
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How do you feel? |
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Tell me how do you feel? |
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The sucktion of your hips and thighs were just a little thing |
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The adjustments made to you in time, are countless and obscene |
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I wonder what is left of you, how much you've got inside |
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I wonder what you did in time, to choose this way to hide |
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How do you feel? Knowing you ain't you |
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How do you feel? When you look at you |
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How do you feel? Can you count the scars |
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How do you feel? Do you feel like the stars |
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Plastic surgery |
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Inhuman, can't you see |
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So fuck you living deads |
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Get plastic in your heads |