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Help him Dolly, help him to be happy
You grew old so fast, why are we unhappy?
I don’t want my insanity to be contagious
I want my monsters to be chained to you
Why did they kill you Dolly? Are you a monster, an error?
Are you as frightened as I am?
I want to be happy
I want to make him happy
Most wanted, dead or alive
Retirement plan on the year of the sheep
Scan my heart, cancer love contagious, cancer dreams
Vacuum cleaners, chemicals, radiations, clone aid, band-aid
Pierced condom, TV psychology, pharmaceutical happiness
Countless solitude and false identity
I live in a camping ground full of the same Winnebago
My bed looks like your bed, cloned neighborhood
Same TV diner, same boyfriend, same grass
Same prescription, same ideology
Same emptiness, same empty beds, empty tears
I don’t even know why he cries
He doesn’t know why he cries
Why do we cry? Do you exist? Do we exist?
Will they photocopy us?
Can they read our minds in our tears?
Will they freeze them for further research?
Is our sadness genetic?
Why do I cry? Why does he cry?
Help me Dolly, why is he unhappy?
I’d rather feel pain and sorrow and
Know the dept of love and
Feel the warmth of the wind on my heart
I’d rather stumble on my words but have something to say
I don’t want to drown in a swimming pool
I want him to be happy