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The last time that |
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I saw you, |
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August of '99, |
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I should've had my hammer and a few rusty spikesto nail you on a wall and use bottles to catch your bloodand display you for the neighbors so they know your time had come. |
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And I'd drink your blood and feel it dripping down my throatas it heads for my heart. |
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And as your body sags and the stench rises in vain,the people on the street are collecting in dismay. |
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Before your eyes your head lifts towards the skyand that's the last thing they'll remember of you. |
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And I'd drink your blood and feel it dripping down my throatas it heads for my heart. |
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You've become a ghost. |
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You're floating somewhere in betweenthe waking world and a landscape of dreams. |
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Well it's nothing but dying. |
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You've got a grenade stuck in your teeth and you're pulling at the pin. |
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You're an illusion, just a shadow flickering underneath the sun. |
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And I'd drink your blood and feel it dripping down my throatas it heads for my heart |
