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Bony fingers close around me |
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Long and spindly, death becomes me |
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Heaven can you see what I see? |
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Hey, 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 livin' |
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What you take won't kill you |
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But careful what you're givin' |
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There's no time for hesitatin' |
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Pain is ready, pain is waitin' |
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Primed to do it's educatin' |
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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 shakin' and twitchin' |
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You can scratch all over |
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But that won't stop you itchin' |
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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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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 sucks 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 livin' |
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What you take won't kill you |
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But careful what you're givin' |
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Dream on, dream on |
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Dream on, dream on |
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Dream on, dream on |
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Dream on, dream on |
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Dream on, dream on |
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Dream on, dream on |
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Dream on, dream on |
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Dream on, dream on |
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Dream on, dream on |
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Dream on, dream on |
