| Gross
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| They say i ate you in the womb
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| That mom had no room
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| Your teeth
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| hair and fingernails in my brain
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| Explain why i’m not smart
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| Doctors cut you out
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| Mom kept you in a baggie
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| I glued your parts into a doll
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| Do you like your little cape?
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| We ride my bike so fast we pedal hard
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| Right past the mean dog’s yard & through the woods
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| Oh twin you want back in?
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| They stole you from the grave inside my brains
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| Now you haunt, you beg
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| Mom said you don’t miss inside of me
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| But she’s wrong, my ghost of teeth and hair
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| It got dark, streetlights turned on
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| Mom will know we’ve gone too long
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| She’ll see i stole the kitchen knife
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| Her favorite one of all
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| One last chance to see if you are ok there
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| Taped on top my handlebars, orare you still
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| Sad we can’t be like normal outside twins?
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| Fine you win, you’ll go back in. i’ll put you back
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| We all go back.
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| Now
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| We ditch the bike and hide behind
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| The hill with dirt clods
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| Try
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| To make a fire but can’t without
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| My flint and tinder.
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| Cut my bandage off
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| Gonna have to feel
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| My way around no mirror
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| I peel the skin right back
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| And pop the threads my bone is like a door
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| You go inside and rattle, say hello
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| Hello again my twin
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| So much blood squirt the glue and wait
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| Have you found your hiding place?
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| Stars!
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| In the sky or behind my eyes?
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| Now we sleep whole again
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| Now we sleep whole again
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| Now we sleep
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| Now we |