The End
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Now come one come all to this tragic affair
Wipe off that makeup, what's in is despair
So throw on the black dress, mix in with the
lot
You might wake up and notice you're someone
you're not
If you look in the mirror and don't like what
you see
You can find out firsthand what it's like to be
me
So gather 'round piggies and kiss this
goodbye
I'd encourage your smiles I'll expect you won't
cry
Another contusion, my funeral jag
Here's my resignation, I'll serve it in
drag
You've got front row seats to the penitence
ball
When I grow up I want to be nothing at all!
I said yeah, yeah!
I said yeah, yeah!
C'mon C'mon C'mon I said
(Save me!) Get me the hell out of here
(Save me!) Too young to die and my dear
(You can't!) If you can hear me just walk away
and
(Take me!)
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