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Let's see a mortal type |
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Receiver |
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This new one's made of skin |
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I can see her |
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She will get eaten up by |
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All kind people |
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Avoid the eye of contact |
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She's seen it before |
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And she still wants more |
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Help came, but you can't fight fate |
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Can't help the skin receiver |
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Crawling in through your flesh stew |
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The brew's in all of you |
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You're flying out of reason |
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Slashing wings you beware |
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They'll run with freedom |
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The stampede crushes you |
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She's seen it before |
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And she still wants more |
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Help came, but you can't fight fate |
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Can't help the skin receiver |
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Can't help the skin receiver |
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She's seen it before |
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And she still wants more |
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Help came, but you can't fight fate |
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Can't help the skin receiver |
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Can't help the skin receiver |
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She's seen it before |
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And she still wants more |
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Can't help the skin receiver |
