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And if you save yourself You will make him happy He'll keep you in a jar And you'll think you're happy He'll give you breathing holes And you'll think you're happy He'll cover you with grass And you'll think you're happy now You're in a laundry room You're in a laundry room The clue that came to you, oh And if you kill yourself You will think you're happy He'll keep you in a jar And you'll make him happy He'll give you breathing holes And you'll think you're happy He'll cover you with grass And you'll think you're happy now You're in a laundry room You're in a laundry room The clue that came to you, oh You're in a laundry room You're in a laundry room The clue that came to you, oh And if you save yourself You will make him happy He'll keep you in a jar And you'll think you're happy He'll give you breathing holes Then you will seem you're happy You'll wallow in your shit Then you'll think you're happy now You're in a laundry room You're in a laundry room You're in a laundry room The clue that came to you, oh