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I was a troubled teen
Who put an advert in a magazine
To the annoyance of my imaginary lover
She's doubted my philosophy
And this is what she said to me
She said oh, you, you're green
You don't know what love means
Oh let me tell you
Tickles you pink, oh yeah
But it likes to hear you scream
Fire and damnation, lamentations
For the likes of you
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