My plastic bag
I'm wandering Jack
I am erased, I am a flesh sack
I see you playing dead
So I touch your head
My paper hands
Are meaningless
I'm wandering jeep
I feel like a maggot
But I like it, fleshy sacks
And wandering jeeps
Are meaningless
I see you playing dead
So I touch your head
Through your skin
To touch your bones
So I'm not alone
I see you playing dead
So I touch your head
Through your skin
To touch your bones
So I'm not alone
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