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There in the shadows, looks like a hand |
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Without its owner, to give it a command |
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It's got a purpose but i don't know what it is |
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I'm in trouble |
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There in the streets, looks like a man |
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But something wrong that i don't understand |
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His eyes are open but he don't see a thing |
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His skin is peeling off, his bones are sticking out |
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I'm getting scared |
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Oh my god (is it dead?) |
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Is it living? (is it dead?) |
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Is it dead or alive? |
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(is it dead?), is it dead? (is it dead?) |
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Is it dead? (is it dead?) |
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Is it dead or alive? |
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Hiding in the cupboards, like little mice |
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Hiding in the frigerator, that isn't nice |
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It's not an animal, it don't have legs |
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No one else can see it |
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It moves so fast, corner of my eye |
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Look again it's gone, it's hiding |
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Won't somebody help me, doesn't anybody care? |
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It waits so patiently, for me to lose my guard |
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I'm getting scared |
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Is it dead, is it |
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(is it dead) |
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Is it dead |
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(is it dead) |
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Is it dead or alive |
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(is it dead) |
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Is it dead |
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(is it dead) |
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Is it dead, is it |
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I remember there was a time |
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When dead and buried meant just that |
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Underneath the cold dark ground |
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Things stay put! |
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Oh them bones they make them bodies walk |
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Them bones, them bones |
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If they could only talk! |
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Is it dead (fade) |
