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All these... |
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I got bugs |
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I got bugs in my room |
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Bugs in my bed |
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Bugs in my ears |
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Their eggs in my head |
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Bugs in my pockets |
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Bugs in my shoes |
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Bugs in the way I feel about you |
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Bugs on my window |
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Trying to get in |
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They don't go nowhere |
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Waiting, waiting... |
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Bugs on my ceiling |
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Crowded the floor |
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Standing, sitting, kneeling... |
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A few block the door |
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And now the question's: |
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Do I kill them? |
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Become their friend? |
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Do I eat them? |
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Raw or well done? |
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Do I trick them? |
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I don't think they're that dumb |
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Do I join them? |
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Looks like that's the one |
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I got bugs on my skin |
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Tickle my nausea |
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I let it happen again |
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They're always takin' over |
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I see they surround me, I see... |
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See them deciding my fate |
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Oh, that which was once...was once up to me... |
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Now it's too late |
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I got bugs in my room...one on one |
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That's when I had a chance |
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I'll just stop now |
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I'll become naked |
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And with the...I'll become one |
