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Nail my soul to the bathroom wall |
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Kicking and screaming for the curtain call |
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Reinvented through a constant disease |
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But yours decayed and ? back in ? |
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Who's the stranger at the basement door |
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Creepy-crawl crying out "I want more" |
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Mama's little maniac ... throwing dice |
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Daddy's little diatribe felt like ice |
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How so |
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As the creature's grow |
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Who's the boss? |
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Now the creature's lost |
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Strike trade |
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? get's made |
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Back burn |
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Where's the creature turn |
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Creep's still playing with a fork and knife |
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Killing himself to lead a sheltered life |
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Murder the custom and catholic ? |
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Looking useless to everyone |
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Defending that language to the |
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Locking my door ? so I can breathe |
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Take me a taste of what you're biting back |
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Catch your religion ? paint it black |
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How so |
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As the creature's grow |
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Who's the boss? |
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Now the creature's lost |
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Strike trade |
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? get's made |
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Back burn |
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Where's the creature turn? |