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There's something moving under your skin
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I saw it creeping in there
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It eats you slowly from within
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I watch you growing thinner
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Your blood is thick and sticky red
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All over those fingers
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They've warned you as it drains away
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But you don't listen
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Intent on living a lie
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Shame you
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There must be vaseline on your limbs
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Do you see everything in restraint?
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It leaves a black and dirty trail
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You won't recover
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And bleeds you dry then moves away
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To find another
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With teeth and talons in your neck
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You look for bidding
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And as it takes all it can get
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You say that's giving
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Intent on living a lie
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Shame you
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There must be vaseline on your limbs
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Do you see everything in restraint?
|
|
There must be vaseline on your limbs
|
Do you see everything in restraint?
|
|
There's something moving under your skin
|
I saw it creeping in there
|
It eats you slowly from within
|
I watch you growing thinner
|
|
Your blood is thick and sticky red
|
All over those fingers
|
They've warned you as it drains away
|
But you don't listen
|
|
Intent on living a lie
|
Shame you
|
There must be vaseline on your limbs
|
Do you see everything in restraint?
|
|
There must be vaseline on your limbs
|
Do you see everything in restraint?
|
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Smear
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| Linoleum |
