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I've been contemplating suicide,
But it really doesn't suit my style,
So i think i'll just act bored instead
Who can take (alt: and contain) the blood i would've shed?
She makes me feel so ugly (alt: so weary) (alt: so ill at ease)
My heart is really on it's knees
But i keep a poker face so well
That even mother couldn't tell
But my baby's so vain
She is almost a mirror
And the sound of her name
Sends a permanent shiver down my
Spine
I keep her photograph against my heart
For in my life she plays a starring part
All alcohol and cigarettes
There is no room for cheap regrets
But my baby's so vain
She is almost a mirror
And the sound of her name
Sends a permanent shiver down my
Spine
She makes me feel so ugly
My heart is really on it's knees
But i keep a poker face so well
That even mother couldn't tell
But my baby's so vain
She is almost a mirror
And the sound of her name
Sends a perennial shiver down my
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