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He was a black eyed whore 
With an arsehole like a front door 
He was a suicidal bore 
Who couldn't take any more 
Bleeding holes in her tiny hand 

He had a picture of Guns n' Roses on his wall 
'cos he looked a bit like Axl Rose 
He contemplated falling on a sword 

She threw her body off the 17th floor 

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He drowned himself in alcohol 
He prayed the stars to take his soul 
He cut himself so it would show 

I heard a zipper go in the front row 

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