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In The Fire

Ya wouldn't like it here in the fire,
After you can talk,
And your legs can't walk,
And your body falls off,

It's reeeeaaaally boring,

When your throat gets dry,
And your saliva turns to steam,
It clouds your eyes from seeing,
You can't sing,
And you certainly can't dance.

Ya get old,
Right smack dab in front of yourself,
And even your shadow grows aged and wrinkled,
And curls at the feet,

And all your holes close up,
And you can't fuck anymore.

Because love's not true when love's not new,
it's been kicked in the ass till it's black and blue,
No you,

Ya wouldn't like it here in the fire,
You just sit,
And you burn...

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