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Sick Boy
I'm strapped into my bed, electrodes in my head.
My nerves are really bad, it's the best time i ever had.
I'm a sick boy and there's no cure.
I'm a sick boy, there should be more.
But i'm happy the way i am, like a sardine in a can.
People taking notes, people in white coats.
I see school girls everywhere, short skirts and pigtailed hair.
But why must i suffer, for being a gymslip lover ?
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