She would scratch and bite
Squeeze you with all her might
Blood - a pint a day
She can walk tall
A wonder pill solves her disease
Vaccinate against a world of holes
Supplement your safety valve
She can walk tall
She will break down
This is inevitable
The human condition
She will lie in the grave
Take mother’s milk into the earth
A blinding darkness awaits
This is sadness, this is fate
She will lie in the grave
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