Don't fall away and leave me to myself
Don't fall away and leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands again
And leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands
Love lies bleeding
Oh hold me now I feel contagious
Am I the only place that you've left to go?
She cries her life is like
Some movie in black and white
Dead actors faking lines, over and over and over again she cries
Now, what are we hematologists to make of this? That this dude took a box cutter to his nymphette and now has a transplant candidate in hando that he can't get rid of? (Oh Montezuma, where are you when we need you). And, plus that, it is soooo tacky. He doesn't even mention gloves (that the stews wear now to serve your pretzels). Oops, he feels "contagious." Must have got that virus that is going around. Didn't get his flu shot like uncle Dick. So sad.
I know a dead actor who liked to fake his lines.
Its going to be a long, long, long four years.
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