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It starts with an itch and a tingle |
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Then it builds and expands |
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And suddenly all at once my legs won't let me stand |
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I scratch till my fingers go numb |
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But my skin never bleeds |
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A silent accomplice waits and feeds when I'm asleep |
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There's something that lives inside me |
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I promise I never let it in |
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It grows and divides inside me |
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It's making a home beneath my skin |
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The seeds have been buried deeply |
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The roots are in place |
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It's crowding the sun and it's darkened my days |
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I've taken it all for granted |
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But now it's too late |
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There's nothing that's left to do but wait |
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There's something that lives inside me |
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I promise I never let it in |
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It grows and divides inside me |
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It's making a home beneath my skin |
|
It starts with an itch and a tingle |
|
Then it builds and expands |
|
And suddenly all at once my legs won't let me stand |
|
I scratch till my fingers go numb |
|
But my skin never bleeds |
|
A silent accomplice waits and feeds when I'm asleep |
|
There's something that lives inside me |
|
I promise I never let it in |
|
It grows and divides inside me |
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It's making a home beneath my skin |
