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Cellophane around my veins, cover them in paint
They'll keep fresh for a few more days that way we'll stick to our self -marinate
Calling all shots and pulling no stops, might do well to claim you're not
As obvious as some might claim to see, you're not dead to me
So give a toast to all the ways we restrain ourselves from day to day
Making me sick to know we could have always operated it this way
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