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Die Mannequin

I wanna hit you just to see if you cry I keep knocking on wood Hoping there's a real boy inside 'Cause you're not a man You're just a mannequin I wish

I've got my things, I'm good to go You met me at the terminal Just one more plane ride and it's done We stood like statues at the gate Vacation's come

( from whore, a wire tribute record; written by wire ) You're a waste of space No natural grace You're so bloody thin You don't even begin To interest

mannequin My face like a mannequin My face like a mannequin My face like a mannequin My face like a mannequin My face like a mannequin My face like

Nothing lasts forever, just let it slip away It doesn't have to be forever It doesn't have to be forever You're just another faithless mannequin You

Pefect girl - visit me in my dreams Run away with me tonight This lasts forever all though it seems That your not real to me I don't care Not Crystal

They call it a wasteland, auslander plates You know its armor was human Drove stakes into the main camps Eye sockets sank to the back of his head again

Well, you're a waste of space, your unnatural grace You're so bloody thin, you don't even begin To interest me, not even curiosity It's not animosity,

't what you want to see, oh Ooh, mannequin, lover mannequin, my lover mannequin, whoa Ooh, mannequin, lover mannequin, my lover mannequin, whoa Ooh, mannequin, lover mannequin, my lover mannequin