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As your bony fingers close around me |
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Long and spindly death becomes me |
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Heaven can you see what |
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I seeHey you pale and sickly child |
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You're death and living reconciled |
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Been walking home a crooked mile |
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Paying debt to karma |
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You party for a living |
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What you take won't kill you |
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But careful what you're giving |
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Can you feel a little love? |
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Can you feel a little love? |
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Dream on, dream on |
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There's no time for hesitating |
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Pain is ready, pain is waiting |
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Primed to do it's educating |
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Unwanted, uninvited kin |
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It creeps beneath your crawling skin |
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It lives without it lives within you |
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Feel the fever coming |
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You're shaking and twitching |
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You can scratch all over |
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But that won't stop you itching |
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Can you feel a little love? |
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Can you feel a little love? |
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Dream on, dream on |
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Blame it on your karmic curse |
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Or shame upon the universe |
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It knows its lines, it's well rehearsed |
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It sucked you in, it dragged you down |
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To where there is no hallow ground |
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Where holiness is never found |
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Paying debt to karma |
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You party for a living |
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What you take won't kill you |
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But careful what you're giving |
|
Can you feel a little love? |
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Can you feel a little love? |
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Dream on, dream on |
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Can you feel a little love? |
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Can you feel a little love? |
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Dream on, dream on |
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Dream on, dream on |
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Dream on, dream on |
