| Shoulder blade stitched
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| Itch, itch, itch
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| Sinking in quick, so soon -so sick
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| A whole new twist, breakin' your wrists
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| It all seems to come back to this
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| Nape of your neck
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| Next next next
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| Gonna drag it away, if you stay
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| Keeps getting better, since no one’s left
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| It all seems to come down to this
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| Watch out, watch out
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| 'Cause we’re gonna take yours, gonna take yours
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| Gonna scare up the birds, like a house on fire
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| Shouldn’t believe, things you read
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| Tell you what, what you don’t need
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| Gnna make you twitch
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| Itch, itch, itch
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| It all seems to come back to this
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| Makeshift guest, took the rest
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| Here’s some courtesy, to please those needs
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| Better look out, or you’ll be
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| Next, next next
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| Put the scream out
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| Out, out, out
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| It’s coming my way, it’s coming half way |