The End. (Letra)
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Now come one,
Come all,
To this tragic affair,
Wipe off that make up,
What's in is despair,
So throw on the black dress,
Mix in with the lot,
You might wake up and notice
you're someone you'renot,

If you look in the mirror
and don't like what you see,
You can find out first-hand what it's like to be me,
So gather 'round piggies and kiss this goodbye,
I'd encourage your smiles,
I'll expect you won't cry,


Another contusion,
My funeral jag,
Here's my resignation,
I'll serve it in drag,
You've got front row seats to the penitence ball,
When I grow up I want to be nothing at all!

I said yeah,
I said yeah,

C'mon C'mon C'mon I said
Save me!
(Get me the hell out of here)
Save me!
(Too young to die and my dear)
You can't!
(If you can hear me just walk away and...)
...Save me !

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