As your bony fingers close around me Long and spindly
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Death becomes me Heaven can you see what I see
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Hey you pale and sickly child
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You’re death and living reconciled
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Been walking home a crooked mile
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Paying debt to karma
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You party for a living
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What you take won’t kill you
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But careful what you’re giving
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Can you feel a little love
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Can you feel a little love
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Dream on
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Dream on
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There’s no time for hesitating
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Pain is ready, pain is waiting
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Primed to do it’s educating
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Unwanted, uninvited kin
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It creeps beneath your crawling skin
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It lives without it lives within you
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Feel the fever coming
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You’re shaking and twitching
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You can scratch all over
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But that won’t stop you itching
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Can you feel a little love
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Can you feel a little love
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Dream on
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Dream on
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Blame it on your karmic curse
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Oh shame upon the universe
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It knows its lines
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It’s well rehearsed
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It sucked you in, it dragged you down
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To where there is no hallowed ground
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Where holiness is never found
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Paying debt to karma
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You party for a living
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What you take won’t kill you
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But careful what you’re giving
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Can you feel a little love
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Can you feel a little love
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Dream on
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Dream on
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Can you feel a little love
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Can you feel a little love
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Dream on
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Dream on
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Dream on
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Dream on
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Dream on
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Dream on |