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Listen, my new friend, please
And have a sympathetic tender ear
I was born in this junkyard
And it was the prettiest little thing to me
Heres the part in the song
Where you think of me all wrong
And heres the part where I choose
That I got nothing left to lose cause...
Any pain that you could bring to me is nothing comparatively
And Ive been so lost and found, I cant smile, I cant frown
Happy song, nothings wrong, its all fun, am I done?
How much can one man stand?
Before he kisses a cold dead street?
This cross bears a billion lost souls
Three times do I fall to my bloody bare feet?
Think again my lovely friend
Dont ask for more you dirty whore
Heres a part in the song where you tell me you dont care
I made you in my head and you dont even care, you dont care
Happy song, nothings wrong, its all fun and Im all done
But now Im done, this is fun, now Im done