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When I first saw you standing there, You know, was a little hard not to stare. So nervous when I drove you home, I know, being apart's a little hard to bear. Sent some flowers to your work, in hopes That I'd have you in my arms again. We kissed that

(Music: D. Flores / Lyrics: J. Garcia) Deadly tumor in your brain, Can't think are you insane? Lifeless zombie you've become, Your fate lies in their hands, Vegetable to be, Death can set you free, One slip of the knife And you're paralyzed Enter the