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Little Lisa was a nice enough girl If you gave her the time Found her dead in a hotel room With a needle in her eye Blood on the sheets And a bottle by the door They left her alone For a little too long But she couldn't hang on Life became far too hard They were young and wild Lonely genocide Inside/
Oustide love can grow old Don't listen to whispered lies Inside/
Oustide love can grow old Oh baby, run and hide Pretty Bobby used to Slam dance romance Every other night Older boys used to dance With pretty Bobby '
Cause he gave a good time But he couldn't hang on Life became far too hard They were young and wild Lonely genocide (
Chorus) Inside/
Oustide, It's a game Inside/
Oustide, Drive you insane Inside/
Oustide, Don't you try Inside/
Oustide, Suicide Inside/
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