I've got chills. They're multiplyin'.
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Strange vibrations in my head
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And I can feel disintegration
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Like flies livin' in my bed
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Ow
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There were three dots in formation
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Eerie sights along the road
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And there were signs and indications.
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Split in two, then spun around disappeared
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Ow
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I've got chills. They're multiplyin'.
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Strange vibrations in my head
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And there were signs and indications,
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Like flies livin' in my bed.
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Ow
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Chills
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| Acetone |
