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Bless this body
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and touch this face
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and bury the loveliness
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in a very warm place
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the hills are on fire,
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the valleys are cold
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the weatherman smiles
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like there's something
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we don't know
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stranger than fiction
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you already know
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the prophets predicted
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the ground will open,
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and then close
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you come unprepared
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come, my friend
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reach out to the moon and the stars
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and it's Hell, until then
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Bless this body!
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Touch my face!
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And what could it hurt?
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It's our last night on Earth
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Bless my body.
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Touch my face.
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Touch my body.
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Bless my shame...
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Bless this body!
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Touch my face!
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be my shame
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you'll miss me, wouldn't you say?
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Mama said:
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"Bye, my dear,
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little piggy's running inside of the zoo."
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Bless My Body
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| Low Pop Suicide |
