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Prosthetic, ovulating
And a barrel of brains if you need one
Self hated, complicated
You’re in need of a cure and she is one
(chorus)
You’ll survive a vegetable
The meat’s diseased and she said so
I won’t try to persuade you anymore
Some say to just forget her
It’ll worry you well if you let it
Make everyday pathetic
You’re in need of a cure and she is one
(chorus)
A long time ago I went and lost my way
So I took some drugs to equalize
And found someone to sympathize
Around the moon I’m utilized
Flop Lyrics
Julie Francavilla Lyrics
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