| I cannot disguise
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| All the stomach pains and the walking of the canes
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| When you, do come out
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| And you whisper up to me in your life of tragedy
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| But I cannot grow
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| 'Til you eat the last of me, oh, when will I be free?
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| And you, a parasite
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| Just find another host, just another fool to roast
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| 'Cause you, my tapeworm tells me what to do
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| You, my tapeworm tells me where to go
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| Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey!
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| Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey!
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| Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey!
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| Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey!
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| I cannot deny
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| All the evil traits and the filling of the crates
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| When you, you, do come out, out
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| And you slither up to me in your pimpin' majesty
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| But I cannot grow
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| 'Til you eat the last of me, oh, when will I be free?
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| And you, you, a parasite, site
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| Just find another host just another stool to post
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| 'Cause you, my tapeworm tells me what to do
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| You, my tapeworm tells me where to go
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| Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey!
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| Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey!
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| Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey!
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| Pull the tapeworm out of me… (Out of me…)
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| I’m sitting in my room with a needle in my hand
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| Just waiting for the tomb of some old dying man
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| Sitting in my room with a needle in my hand
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| Just waiting for the tomb of some old dying man!
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| You, my tapeworm tells me what to do
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| You, my tapeworm tells me where to go
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| Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey!
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| Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey!
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| Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey!
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| Pull the tapeworm out of your ass, hey!
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| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| Fuck me! |