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I'm down here by myself |
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Pickin' dust off the shelf |
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Company I don't need I don't like to share |
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I'm surrounded by spies |
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I feel their segmented eyes |
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Burnin' holes in my back with predator stare |
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Something's fillin' my space |
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Someone's takin' my place |
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Something's circlin' interrupting my prayer |
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And I was sick as a dog |
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And I was lickin' the frog |
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And I was fillin' the hole I dug in the air |
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And I was alone - just the two of us |
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And I heard a drone - so I looked around |
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To find the sound - yeah, up and down |
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On the ground - it was you and I swatting flies |
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Something's suckin' my spine |
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Swallowin' all that is mine |
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I'm kissin' the leeches that bury their heads in my skin |
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Now I'm pickin' my locks |
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Now I'm breakin' my box |
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Embracing the kindness of parasites tryin' to get in |
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And I was alone - just the two of us |
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And I heard a drone - so I looked around |
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To find the sound - yeah, up and down |
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On the ground - it was you and I swatting flies |
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And I was alone - just the two of us |
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And I heard a drone - so I looked around |
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To find the sound - yeah, up and down |
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On the ground - it was you and I swatting flies |
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And I was alone - just the two of us |
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And I heard a drone - so I looked around |
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To find the sound - yeah, up and down |
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On the ground - it was you and I swatting flies |
