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Say, say my playmate |
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Won't you lay hands on me? |
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Mirror, my melody |
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Transfer my tragedy |
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Got a curse, |
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I cannot lift |
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Shines when the sunset shifts |
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When the moon is round and full |
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Gotta bust that box, gotta gut that fish |
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We could jet in a stolen car |
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But I bet we wouldn't get too far |
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Before the transformation takes |
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And blood lust tanks and crave gets slaked |
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My mind has changed |
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My body's frame but |
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God I like it |
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My hearts aflame |
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My body's strained but |
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God I like it |
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My mind has changed |
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My body's frame but |
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God I like it |
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My hearts aflame |
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My body's strained but |
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God I like it |
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Charge me your day rate |
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I'll turn you out in kind |
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When the moon is round and full |
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Gonna teach you tricks that'll blow your mongrel mind |
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Baby doll, |
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I recognize |
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You're a hideous thing inside |
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If ever there were a lucky kind it's |
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You, you, you, you |
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I know it's strange another way |
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To get to know you |
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You'll never know unless we go |
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So let me show you |
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I know it's strange another way |
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To get to know you |
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We've got till noon here comes the moon |
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So let it show you, show you now |
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Dream me, oh, dreamer |
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Down to the floor |
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Open my hands and let them |
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Weave onto yours |
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Feel me, completer |
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Down to my core |
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Open my heart and let it |
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Bleed onto yours |
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Feeding on fever |
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Down on all fours |
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Show you what all |
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That howl is for |
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Hey, hey, my playmate |
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Let me lay waste to thee |
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Burned down their hanging trees |
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It's hot here, hot here, hot here, hot here |
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Got a curse we cannot lift |
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Shines when the sunshine shifts |
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There's a curse comes with a kiss |
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The bite that binds the gift that gives |
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Now that we got gone for good |
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Writhing under your riding hood |
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Tell your gra'ma and your mama too |
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It's true, true, true, true |
