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A disease is under my fingernails |
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It stains me like a tattoo |
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Back on the rack |
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Aching with time |
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Your face is familiar |
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From another crime |
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And we could swim |
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We could swim |
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My little fishes and me |
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Overgrown senses prickle and spark |
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The flesh is in the palm of my hand |
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Back on the rack |
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Love under will |
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Your face is familiar |
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From another kill |
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A tongue explodes into my mouth |
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A taste of coma and tears |
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Back on the rack |
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My shape of rage |
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Your face is familiar |
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From another cage |
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And we could swim |
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We could swim |
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My little fishes and me |
