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You're my plastic Excalibur Everything that I've ever waited for Hidden in a slip case I bought at a dollar store Worthless on the inside You're my soon-to-be gallows Ten feet high with aluminum scaffolding Hidden in an alleyway Waiting to catch me off guard I'll be cut loose You're my poisonous pencil I can't say what I feel without feeling sick Hidden under paper That I'm about to pick up Worthless on the outside. From Letras Mania