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Under these covers |
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I feel comfortable, |
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You call me crazy but |
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I'm not alone. |
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It's the way you crawl, up and down these walls. |
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To sink your teeth into my bones. |
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You're creeping up my spine, |
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Can't take me dead or alive. |
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This time |
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I'm gonna put up a fight. |
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Can't take me dead or alive |
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Dead or alive. |
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Under these walls |
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I feel uncomfortable, |
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They creep, they crawl and |
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I can hear it all. |
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When I close my eyes |
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I start to realize |
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That there's something here that wants me gone. |
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You're creeping up my spine, |
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Can't take me dead or alive. |
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This time |
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I'm gonna put up a fight. |
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Can't take me dead or alive. |
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Dead or alive |
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Dead or alive |
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You're creeping up my spine, |
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Can't take me dead or alive. |
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This time |
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I'm gonna put up a fight. |
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Can't take me dead or alive. |
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Dead or alive |
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Dead or alive |
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This time |
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I'm gonna put up a fight, |
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Can't take me dead or alive. |
