| Vintage nightcrawler
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| Rotten to the core
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| What the tribes really want
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| Not how they really are
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| Death, you infinite jester
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| You cruel and timeless joke
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| Uttered from the lips of sorrow
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| Last words ever spoke
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| Then a laughing tremelo
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| A living, breathing sound
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| A yo-yo swinging upside down
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| Then the mime, he sings
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| «Nightcrawler» (x3)
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| Vintage nightcrawler
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| Hanging on a hook
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| Live the lie, high and dry
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| Yea, you wrote the book
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| Death is a prankster
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| A cruel and timeless joke
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| I’ll head down, underground
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| Ow nightcrawler (x2)
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| Truth never matters
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| In histories for fools
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| Creepy Crawl, I do it all
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| Ow nightcrawler (x2)
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| It was the chance of a lifetime
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| The only one you’ll get
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| Whether you swing by a rope or a hook
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| They never let you forget
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| How to feel indebted
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| For the crumbs you get
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| Drag the line one more time
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| Over seas of regret
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| Death is a prankster
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| A cruel and timeless joke
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| I’ll head down, underground
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| Ow nightcrawler (x2)
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| Truth never matters
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| In histories for fools
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| Creepy Crawl, I do it all
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| Ow nightcrawler (x2)
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| You study the lines of your face
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| In the mirror of vanity
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| Chop it up into tiny pieces
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| And give a line to me
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| Then like bait on a hook
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| Toss a line from the shore
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| Just wait, and wait, and wait
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| Until I want some more
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| Vintage nightcrawler
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| Rotten to the core
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| What you say you really want
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| Not how they truly are |