[Verse 1]
She won't come- the dogs tore her to shreds
The skinheads beat her with rebar, the treacherous ice has broke
Her hands weren’t ready for the fight
And she did not wish to win, now I will take her place
[Chorus]
She's swimming in Formalin
In an imperfect line
Moving gradually
I have her face, her name
A sweater just as navy blue
No one noticed the replacemеnt
[Verse 2]
She won't come- hands in a snakes dеn
Head in a wasps nest, and spine in an ant hill
It will be me- I’m made of more durable clay
I deserve to take this place, and I do many things better
[Chorus]
She's swimming in Formalin
Moving gradually
In a dull, white fog
I have her face, her name
No one noticed the replacement
Check my pocket for my keys
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