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I was born on the other side
Of a town ripped in two
And no matter how hard I tried
I'd end up black and blue
I rose from off of the doctor's slab
I lost a piece of my heart
Now everyone gets to take a stab
They cut me up into parts
I gave a piece to my mother
I gave a piece to my man
I gave a piece to the rock star
He took the good stuff and ran
I've got it all sewn up
a hardened razor-cut
scar-map across my body
and you can trace the lines
through misery's design
that map across my body
a collage
I'm all sewn up
a montage
I'm all sewn up
A random pattern with a needle and thread
the overlapping way diseases are spread
to a tornado body
With a hand gernade head
and the legs are two lovers entwined
Inside I'm hollowed out
Outside's a paper shroud
And all the rest's illusion
That there's a will and soul
That we can wrest control
From chaos and confusion
a collage
I'm all sewn up
a montage
I'm all sewn up
The automatist's undoin'
the whole world starts unscrewin'
as time collapses and space warps
You see decay and ruin
I tell you, "no, no, no, no
you make such an exquisite corpse"
I got it all sewn up
a hardened razor cut scab up across my body
and you can trace the lines through misery's design
that map across my body
a collage
I'm all sewn up
a montage
I'm all sewn up
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