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She is such a pretty girl, |
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Her shape fits well into a mould. |
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Her mind removed, her body's sold, |
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She does exactly what she's told. |
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And he is such a brave young man, |
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If his brain can't then violence can. |
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His mind was drained since life began |
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Of the compassion he once had. |
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Why go on living in the past? |
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We just uphold the sexual farce |
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Past is past is past is farce |
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Why go on living in the past? |
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If air to breathe is hard to find |
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In her tight mould she doesn't mind. |
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She fits in well, she's one of a kind |
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Her processed mind upholds the lies. |
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And he in turn plays out the part, |
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We tempted him with from the start. |
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And she in turn plays out the part |
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Dictated to her by the past. |
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Why go on living in the past? |
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We just uphold the sexual farce |
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Past is past is past is farce |
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Why go on living in the past? |
