| Following my lust for wonder
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| 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
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| 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 Laaaaaa
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la
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| I’m a multicellular individual
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| Way out of proportion
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| We’ve got the hemo-dynamic 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
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| 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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| Ooohhh, Oooohhh
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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 hemo-dynamic connection
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| Don’t call me germ
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| Swallowing my pride no longer
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| I taste the forbidden sun
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| If I have been slaughtered by hunger
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| 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 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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| Way out of proportion ah ha We’ve got the hemo-dynamic 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 |