The End
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Now come one, come all
To this tragic affair.
Wipe off that make up,
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 say yeah!
Yeah
C'mon C'mon C'mon I say 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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