Following my lust for wander everywhere I've ever been,
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I can't escape the sound of it - the sound of my screaming skin.
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My skin cries.
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My blood sighs.
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I still owe some dread on this hide.
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Following my trust in wonder I watch the circus begin.
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I can't ignore the scent of it - the scent of my screaming skin.
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My skin cries.
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My blood sighs.
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I still owe some dread on this hide.
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La la la la la la la.
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La.
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La la la la la la la.
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I'm a multicellular individual.
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You're way out of proportion!
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We've got the hemodynamic connection.
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Don't call me germ!
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Allowing for my strength to muster.
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My losses begin to win.
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Tropical winds start to bluster, raising the fur on my skin.
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My skin cries.
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My spirits fly.
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But I still owe some dread on this hide.
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Oooh.
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Yeah!
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I'm a multicellular individual.
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You're way out of proportion!
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We've got the hemodynamic connection.
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And don't call me germ!
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Swallowing my pride no longer, I take the forbidden sun.
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If I have been sculpted by hunger, I'm not the only one.
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My skin cries.
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My blood sighs.
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I still owe some dread on this hide of mine.
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La la la la la la la.
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La la la la.
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La la la la la la la la.
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I'm a multicellular individual.
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You're way out of proportion, ah ha!
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We've got the hemodynamic connection.
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Don't call me germ!
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My skin cries.
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My spirit flies.
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But I still owe some dread on this hide.
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My skin cries.
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My blood sighs.
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And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine.
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My spirit flies.
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My blood sighs.
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And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine.
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My skin cries.
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My spirit flies.
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But I still owe some dread on this hide.
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Screaming Skin
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Blondie |