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can you feel a little love |
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as youre bony fingers close around me |
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long and spindly |
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death becomes me |
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heaven can you see what i see |
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hey you pale and sickly child |
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youre death and living reconciled |
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been walking home a crooked mile |
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paying debt to karma |
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you party for a living |
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what you take wont kill you |
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but careful what youre giving |
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theres no time for hesitating |
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pain is ready, pain is waiting |
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primed to do its educating |
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unwanted, uninvited kin |
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it creeps beneath your crawling skin |
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it lives without it lives within you |
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feel the fever coming |
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youre shaking and twitching |
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you can scratch all over |
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but that wont stop you itching |
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can you feel a little love |
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can you feel a little love |
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dream on dream on |
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blame it on your karmic curse |
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oh shame upon the universe |
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it knows its lines |
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its well rehearsed |
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it sucked you in, it dragged you down |
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to where there is no hallowed ground |
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where holiness is never found |
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paying debt to karma |
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you party for a living |
|
what you take wont kill you |
|
but careful what youre giving |
|
can you feel a little love |
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can you feel a little love |
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dream on dream on |
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can you feel a little love |
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can you feel a little love |
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dream on dream on |
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dream on dream on |
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dream on dream on |
