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| 3. Mechanical Animals We were neurophobic and perfect The day that we lost our souls Maybe we weren�t so human If we cry we will rust And I was a hand grenade That never stopped exploding You were automatic and As hollow as the "o" in god I am never gonna be the one for you I am never gonna save the world from you But they�ll never be good to you Or bad to you They�ll never be anything Anything at all You were my mechanical bride Phenobarbidoll A manniqueen of depression With the face of a dead star And I was a hand grenade That never stopped exploding You automatic and As hollow as the "o" in god I am never gonna be the one for you I am never gonna save the world from you But they�ll never be good to you Or bad to you They�ll never be anything Anything at all This isn�t me I�m not mechanical I�m just a boy Playing the suicide king |
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