White Tar
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Baby's got cancer,
looking for the answer.
She's got cancer,
someone romance her.
She was one of a kind.
Now she's perfected,
living on all the lies they injected.
Now she's infected,
staring at the scars that needed correction.
It's not a habit she claims.
She's got american eyes.
Letting her body go.
She's dead.
Rejection,
looking for direction.
Gimme picture,
gimme reception.
The clean smell of sin.
She's nervous at the hips.
The car's outside and I'm ready to go!
Infected,
living on all the lies she injected.
Now I'm infected,
staring at the scars in need of correction.
It's not a habit I claim.
I got american eyes.
Letting my body go.
I'm dead.
She's got cancer,
looking for the answer.
She's got cancer,
someone romance her.
She was one of a kind.
We got cancer,
looking for the answer.
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