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i am your crisis blue asbestos in your veins i'm your broken fingers i've
killed you twice i will again revenge is eager see first you'll crash then
you'll burn dorothy died for your pleasure it's hard to get along in this
car crash weather your dead meat your dead meat your dead meat your dead
meat your dead meat formaldehyde didn't phase me i soon returned to track
you down for your confession i'll be your poisen and your pain i'll be
your struggle to be said exploited lament and the place you never went
dorothy died for your pleasure it's hard to get along in this car crash
weather i'm doing you in tomorrow that's why i'm dressed in all this sorrow
i'm doing you in tomorrow i'll burn before i mellow dorothy died for your
pleasure it's hard to get along it's hard to get along
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