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You fucked a fever in me, |
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And I'm burning up. |
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A hundred and two, a hundred and three. |
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Cold sweats, im in need of new sheets. |
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You fucked this flu in me, |
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And I'm throwing up dinner for two, and mixed drinks. |
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Im on my knees as it passes through me |
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I've been sick before, nothing like this. |
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I swore if the room started spinning, |
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I'd leave. |
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You fucked the sickness in me, |
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And I'm building up |
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White blood cells; immunity. |
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So if by chance it happens again, |
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I wont be bed ridden. |
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Ive been sick before, nothing like this. |
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I swore if the room started spinning, |
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I'd make my way back to the beginning |
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And leave. |
