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All we are is all we are Something in the way that we were made Of chromosomes and crooked bones Happiness is all that remains But sometimes it seems, I'm hopelessly just pushing for the world to elect me I believe in Novacane The numbing of the senseless and the vain And if I held a loaded gun Would you reveal to me your compassion? Fashionably, I wearing down the inches of Mercury, in me Won't somebody please Please choose me And if I found the way to purge I'm confident I'd forget the words I'm thinking again The truth is never all that it seems, seems to be Won't somebody please Please elect me Please choose me From Letras Mania