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See the Dead


See the dead, see the dead

Skin all shriveled and dry

Pull it away, look inside

There is no red

See the dead, see the dead

The organs all exposed

Stretched, moved, examined

They are all shown

See the dead, see the dead

The bodies opened up

Looked at for sciences

Just like a frog

See the dead, see the dead

It's all done

Learned all you can

Send 'em back

See the dead, see the dead

Family's are sad

Tradition is thrown out

Cremate them now they're back

Move on...

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