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Baby's got cancer

Looking for the answer

She's got cancer

Someone romance her
She was one of a kind

Now she's perfected, living on all the lies they injected

Wow she's staring at the scars that needed correction

It's not a habit she claims

She's got American eyes

Letting her body go, she's dead

Rejection looking for direction

Gimme picture, gimme reception
The clean smell of sin

She's nervous at the hips

The car's right outside and I'm ready to go



Infected living on all the lies she injected

Now I'm infected staring at the scars in need of correction

It's not a habit I claim

I got American eyes

Letting my body go, I'm dead



Baby's got cancer

Looking for the answer

She's got cancer

Someone romance her

She was one of a kind



We got cancer

Looking for the answer