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John Wayne Gacy Jr 
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de Sufjan Stevens
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His father was a drinker
And his cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's t-shirts
When the hit his head
The neighbors him
For his and his conversation
the house there
the few living things
Rotting fast, in their sleep
Oh, the dead
Twenty-seven people
more, they boys
their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God...
Are you one of them?
He up like a for them
With his paint and red
And on his behavior
In a dark room on the bed
He kissed them all
He'd kill ten people
With a of his hand
far, running fast to the dead
He off all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
hands, quiet on the mouth...
And in my best behavior
I am really just him
beneath the floor boards
For the secrets I have hid
And his cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's t-shirts
When the hit his head
The neighbors him
For his and his conversation
the house there
the few living things
Rotting fast, in their sleep
Oh, the dead
Twenty-seven people
more, they boys
their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God...
Are you one of them?
He up like a for them
With his paint and red
And on his behavior
In a dark room on the bed
He kissed them all
He'd kill ten people
With a of his hand
far, running fast to the dead
He off all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
hands, quiet on the mouth...
And in my best behavior
I am really just him
beneath the floor boards
For the secrets I have hid
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