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She knits me a pastel purple sweater
I"m staring blankly into the skies, alright
She reads me like a scarlet letter
She holds my heart and arms to die, alright

Sometimes it ain't so bad
Like a soul thats on the slab
This is my life in a body bag

She's got a diary of madness
She has a man of mystery, oh yeah
She dumped me in a brand new address
With a brand new sweater made for me, oh yeah

Sometimes it ain't so bad
Like a soul lies on the slab
This is my life in a body bag

Sometimes it ain't so bad
Like a soul lies on the slab
This is my life in a body bag

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