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Berenice |
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These insect-eggs |
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Are hatching out |
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And I think I'm going deaf |
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In one ear |
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And my balance is shot |
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So you can guess |
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My dreams are filled |
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With brain-eating worms |
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But it's only when I wake |
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I really feel the horror |
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And I can't wait |
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To have you near again |
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And talk about |
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The things that |
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We both went through |
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I admit to fantasies |
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Of wrist-slashing |
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But it doesn't make me proud |
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Or glamourous |
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Or any such thing |
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I can't wait |
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I can't wait |
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I can't wait |
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I can't wait |
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Sometimes I think I want to go |
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Back again |
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To the place where we were left |
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Cos ever since |
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Nothing can come close |
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And I can't wait |
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To have you near again |
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And talk about the things that |
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We both went through |