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I imagine this hurts a lot
You are just a stubborn, stained idea, stained idea
Like a puppet with its strings pulled, I laugh at God
An idol becomes a memory, a memory

Oh, and every time I cry, it's about you
And every time I laugh, it's for you too
So, do your little dance around my room
I know I'm gonna join you soon

Paper Dolls - STOMACH BOOK