crawling into my head, mosquito, mosquito red
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pieces, diseases, floating in the greases, but they smile instead
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sting of the suckerfly
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in the dead of the night
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ride on the wings of a dragonfly
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sleep by the candlelight
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sucking the gutter dry
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taking flight
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now they dance on the open eye
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pushing the needle to the tiny bite
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watching the circling sun, mosquito, mosquito run
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vision of a killing gun
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they sing with the voices of the angels son
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river is flowing
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the bloddy wind is blowing
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the reaper they are sowing
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and i don't believe that they are going
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crawling into my eye, mosquito, mosquito fly
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falling from the scientist slide
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eating at the walls from behind they hide
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Mosquito
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| Psychotic Waltz |
