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All your fingers are strings
All your fingers are strings
Of your sick and sick, sick philarmonic body
The break beat of your heart is made to make art
The break beat of your heart is made to make art
We'll see each other again
We'll see each other again
All your fingers are so strange
When you put them on my back
We'll see each other again
We'll see each other again
The break beat of your heart is made to make art(X8)
We'll see each other again
We'll see each other again
All your fingers are so strange
When you put them on my back
We'll see each other again
We'll see each other again
We'll see each other again
We'll see each other again