Hypnotic eyes
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Staring at you through the dead of night
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Take refuge in the trees
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And beg please
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Oh please just let me survive
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This is my kind of place
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Where creatures crawl under your skin
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And everywhere are claws like blades
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That cut you when your soul is saved
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Oh you would, wouldn't you
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Trade tour daggers in for tarantula perfume
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They could have come in use
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Through the next clearing lies your impending doom
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This is my kind of place
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Where creatures crawl under your skin
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And everywhere are claws like blades
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That cut you when your soul is saved
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Your soul is saved only if you say
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Call me the king of design
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With no specific plans in mind
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Step right up, step right up
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Test your luck, test your luck
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Dive right in, dive right in
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This sea of flesh is sink or swim
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You can call me the king of design
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With no specific plans in mind
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We're all a part of this traveling show
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We're all a part of this traveling show
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With nowhere to go
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We're all a part of this traveling show
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We're all a part of this traveling show
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With nowhere to go
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This is my kind of place
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Where creatures crawl under your skin
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And everywhere are claws like blades
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That cut you when your soul is saved
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Tarantula Perfume
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2*sweet |