Bathing in the sun
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Chewed up by some bugs
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Tearing through my flesh
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I can feel their love
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I hope that they are happy
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I feed them with my blood
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Today they may be rich
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But tomorrow comes a flood
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Real real real
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What are the chances
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Someone paid for me to grow up
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A mouth without a face
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He fights his fights in our back garden
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Inside we eat creatures
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Our hearts begin to harden
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A glowing hypnotist sells us a beauty we don¡¯t need
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We give our days to nothing
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But we¡¯re not prepared to bleed
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