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He was a black eyed whore
With an arsehole like a front door
He was a suicidal bore
Who couldn't take any more
Bleeding holes in her tiny hand

He had a picture of Guns n' Roses on his wall
'cos he looked a bit like Axl Rose
He contemplated falling on a sword

She threw her body off the 17th floor

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He drowned himself in alcohol
He prayed the stars to take his soul
He cut himself so it would show

I heard a zipper go in the front row

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