Plink from Lamb by Aberdeen is Dead

My doctor called just the other day,
He said i'm dying, told him go away
An animal just to save a life,
Some pencil lead and a rusty knife

Sit in place,
And breathe it in

Nothing to be short of,
Sorta late to group hug
Cold sores as incentives,
Drug infused dentists

I'm breathing helium to feel alive,
Lifting off the ground to leave the hive
A funeral in a powder room,
The human race makes a fire bloom

Sit in place,
And breathe it in

Nothing to be short of,
Sorta late to group hug
Cold sores as incentives,
Drug infused dentists

Nothing to be short of,
Sorta late to group hug
Cold sores as incentives,
Drug infused dentists

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