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Somethings rotten in the state of Denmark |
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A broken home, who picks up the pieces |
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Either way, Ophelia will cry |
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So lick your lips and mend your hair |
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This mess wont make a difference here |
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For anyone but you |
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Well get me out of this shell |
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The nights about wearing thin |
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And I never wanted this day to end |
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Moral fibers split till they're grey |
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And the gravedigger laughs as we waste away |
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A contest and the trick tip marks the end |
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Mistaken thirst quenched with this cup |
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The kiss of death from rotten lips |
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Never forget, never let live again |
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They sell better homes than these |
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I saw it on TV! |
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Perfect Lives |
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Perfect Lies |
