you look like someone that I once knew
can't look in your eyes without seeing his
little bit of him in each and every kiss
I found you in the freezer
you were running a fever
Something inside is makin me sick
I know this cigarette's got some arsenic
I keep it lit, been told to quit
It's either grow old or die
take your pick
I found you in the freezer
you were running a fever
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