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