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Beneath your thick skin, there must have been a creature controlling you like a marionette robot. Or else how could you have said those things? Or else how could I have stopped your heart? I did the autopsy with my scalpel and found that, yes, my brand new theory was true. And the creature was a nasty bugger and she bit my arm clear right through, but now I know that wasn't really you, Girl Number Two. But now I know that wasn't really you. "The death of Girl Number Two," read the first line, written by a fond paper columnist, "actually happened in the 20's and since she's been inhabited by an oddly whimsical creature. She was a marionette to its hand." Full Stop. And then the whole story. And everyone sighed when it ran. but now I know that wasn't really you, Girl Number Two. But now I know that wasn't really you Aus Songtexte Mania