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When they pull out her tongue |
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Pull off her face, pluck out her eyes |
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Well, the blood runs cold for |
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When it drips from the mouth |
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Be forewarned, be prepared |
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For a grizzly bloodfeast |
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And that blood's so real because |
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I just can't fake it |
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And that blood's so real because |
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I just can't fake it |
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When you think of severed heads |
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Think of my face, think that you're alive |
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Well, I guess |
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I fooled you |
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When you think of my face |
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Think of your blood, think that you're dead' |
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Cause it's a grizzly bloodfeast |
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I'm possessing your death |
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Possessing your blood, possessing your head' |
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Cause it's a grizzly bloodfeast |
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I'm possessing your heart |
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Possessing your tongue, possessing your blood' |
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Cause it just won't fake you |
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And that blood's so real because |
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I just can't fake it |
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And that blood's so real because |
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I just can't fake it |
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And that blood, and that blood |
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I'm possessing your death |
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Possessing your blood, possessing your demise |
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For a grizzly bloodfeast |
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I'm possessing your heart |
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Possessing your tongue, possessing your blood' |
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Cause it just won't fake you |
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And that blood's so real because |
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I just can't fake it |
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And that blood's so real because |
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I just can't fake it |
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And that blood, and that blood |