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[GBH cover] 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 ? From Letras Mania