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    If there's a nurse that takes your ears in rations,
    sets a plate to feed the stifled steel.
    If there's a nurse that feeds your germ soaked dinners on a tray of bones and orange peels.

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    For yourself, you'd crash a secret word.
    For some love, you'd fall to break your neck.

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    Composition: Fair to Midland

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