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I cannot disguise, |
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all the stomach pains |
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and the walking of the cranes |
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when you, do come out |
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and you whisper up to me |
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in your life of tragedy |
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But I cannot grow |
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till you eat the last of me |
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oh when will I be free |
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and you, a parasite |
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just find another host |
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just another fool to roast |
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cause you |
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my tapeworm tells me what to do |
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you |
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my tapeworm tells me where to go |
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Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY |
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Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY |
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Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY |
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Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY |
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I cannot deny |
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all the evil traits |
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and the filling of the crates |
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when you, do come out |
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and you slither up to me |
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in your pimpin majesty |
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but I cannot grow |
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till you eat the last of me |
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oh when will I be free |
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and you, a parasite |
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just find another host |
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just another stool to post |
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cause you |
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my tapeworm tells me what to do |
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you |
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my tapeworm tells me where to go |
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Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY |
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Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY |
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Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY |
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Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY |
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Pull the tape worm out of me... |
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I'm just sitting in my room |
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with a needle in my hand |
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waiting for the tomb |
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of some old dying man |
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sitting in my room |
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with a needle in my hand |
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waiting for the tomb |
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of some old dying man |
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cause you |
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my tapeworm tells me what to do |
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you |
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my tapeworm tells me where to go |
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Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY |
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Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY |
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Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY |
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Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, HEY |
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HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY |
