| Proper and thin as the letter 'I'
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| They coddled my precious mind
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| Told me I’d never die
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| That was a lie, that was a lie
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| The body is true because it dies
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| The body is true because it dies
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| Gazing at you, gazing at you
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| You’re perfect like a statue
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| But more fine, more fine
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| Because your beautiful body will die
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| Like mine, like mine
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| Proper and thin as the letter 'I'
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| They coddled my precious mind
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| Told me I’d never die
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| That was a lie, that was a lie
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| The body is true because it dies
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| Day 10,975: 14 more hairs on my comb
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| I hit the gym: 14 sets of 10 repetitions
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| I called you up, I called you up: let’s share the doomed flesh I made
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| Gazing at you, gazing at you
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| You’re perfect like a, perfect like a statue
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| But more fine, more fine
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| Because one day your beautiful body will die
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| Like mine, like mine
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| Called you up, called you up on this numbered day
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| Called you up, called you up on this numbered day
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| Called you on this numbered day
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| Gazing at you, gazing at you
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| You’re perfect like a, perfect like a statue
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| But more fine, more fine
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| Because one day your beautiful body will die
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| Like mine, like mine
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| Called you up, called you up on this numbered day
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| Called you up, called you up on this numbered day
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| Called you on this numbered day
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| Called you
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| Called you
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| Called you
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| Called you
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| Called you on this numbered day
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| Share with me, share with me the doomed flesh I made
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| Masterpiece!
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| Masterpiece!
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| The fine physique of a slave
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| Share with me, share with me the doomed flesh I made
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| Masterpiece!
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| Masterpiece!
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| The fine physique of a slave |