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u y "
Leather, Bristles, No Survivors & Sick Boys
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I'm strapped into my bed, Electrodes in my head. My nerves are really bad, It's the best time I ever had.
I'm a sick boy And there's no cure. I'm a sick boy, There should be more.
But I'm happy the way I am, Like a sardine in a can. People taking notes, People in white coats.
I'm a sick boy And there's no cure. I'm a sick boy, There should be more.
But I'm happy the way I am, Like a sardine in a can. People taking notes, People in white coats.
I'm a sick boy And there's no cure. I'm a sick boy, There should be more.
I see school girls everywhere, Short skirts and pigtailed hair. But why must I suffer, For being a gymslip lover?
I'm a sick boy And there's no cure. I'm a sick boy, There should be more.
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