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Fever in the night, and the tremors come on |
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But it's you who'll survive, just like nobody thought |
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Nails turning red, lying cold on the bed |
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And now it turns out, death's not the end |
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You are a bomb, we sharpen our teeth |
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A magnificent drum, is under our feet |
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You'll make mummy rich, he'll throw you away |
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And after he's gone, the heat is here to stay |
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Radiation makes you weak, and right okays [?] leave your speech |
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The world owes more than they'll pay, in the whim of insane [?] |
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Oh Henrietta, we can live on forever |