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| My Iron Lung | ||
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you're driving me away you do it every day you don't mean it but it hurts like hell My brain says I'm receiving pain a lack of oxygen from my life support my iron lung we're too young to fall asleep too cynical to speak we are losing it can't you tell we scratch our eternal itch our twentieth century bitch and we are greatful for our iron lung suck suck your teenage thumb toilet trained and dumb when the power runs out we'll just hum this this is our new song just like the last one a total w.a.s.t.e. of time my iron lung |
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