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There's something moving under your skin |
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I saw it creeping in there |
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It eats you slowly from within |
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I watch you growing thinner |
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Your blood is thick and sticky red |
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All over those fingers |
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They've warned you as it drains away |
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But you don't listen |
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Intent on living a lie |
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Shame you |
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There must be vaseline on your limbs |
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Do you see everything in restraint? |
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It leaves a black and dirty trail |
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You won't recover |
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And bleeds you dry then moves away |
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To find another |
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With teeth and talons in your neck |
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You look for bidding |
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And as it takes all it can get |
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You say that's giving |
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Intent on living a lie |
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Shame you |
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There must be vaseline on your limbs |
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Do you see everything in restraint? |
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There must be vaseline on your limbs |
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Do you see everything in restraint? |
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There's something moving under your skin |
|
I saw it creeping in there |
|
It eats you slowly from within |
|
I watch you growing thinner |
|
Your blood is thick and sticky red |
|
All over those fingers |
|
They've warned you as it drains away |
|
But you don't listen |
|
Intent on living a lie |
|
Shame you |
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There must be vaseline on your limbs |
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Do you see everything in restraint? |
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There must be vaseline on your limbs |
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Do you see everything in restraint? |