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Nine Inch Nails - The Collector |
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i pick things up i am a collector |
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and things, well things, they tend to accumulate |
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I have this net and it drags behind me |
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it picks up feelings for me to feed upon |
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there are times, plenty of times |
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i wish i could let it go |
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it's time to breed |
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and it's time to grow inside me |
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there are times, plenty of times |
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i wish i could let it go |
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but this time to make me think, |
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things i don't want to know |
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i'm trying to fit it all inside |
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i'm trying to open my mouth wide |
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i'm trying not to choke |
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and swallow it all |
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swallow it all |
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swallow it all |
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swallow it all |
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i am the plague, i am the swarm |
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all your hard steps on me, |
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and i'm keeping at war |
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and they'll make me stay they won't let me leave |
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there are so goddamn many of them |
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it gets hard to breathe |
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i'm trying to fit it all inside |
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i'm trying to open my mouth wide |
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i'm trying to make them choke inside |
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i am a big boy |
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and i will swallow it all |
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swallow it all |
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swallow it all |
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swallow it all |
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every last one every last one |
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every last one every last one |
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every last one every last one |
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every last one every last one |
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every last one every last one |
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every last one every last one |
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every last one every last one |
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every last one every last one |
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every last one every last one |
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every last one every last one |
