| convulsing to your violent rhythm
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| twisting and turning en utero
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| i’m out of my body and swimming through you
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| a nightmarish dream like a maze
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| dream like a maze
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| dream like a maze
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| from the rolling hills of suicide
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| everyone will run and hide
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| screaming bloody murder
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| with their heads of fire
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| there just may be a chance for me
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| my sweet insanity
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| if you would take me with
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| you on your trip to the moon
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| disfigured faces in technicolor
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| like roses on the death bed of your dying mother
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| as the seasons grow in to the angriest people
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| sadistic and slightly deranged
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| everyone has changed
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| slightly deranged
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| from the rolling hills of suicide
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| everyone will run and hide
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| screaming bloody murder
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| with their heads of fire
|
| there just may be a chance for me
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| my sweet insanity
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| if you would take me with
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| you on your trip to the moon
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| oh your wicked smile
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| oh your evil ways
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| won’t convince me
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| the sky isn’t falling down
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| my sweet insanity
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| look what we’ve become
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| the envy of everyone
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| inspired by your madness
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| like furious wind in a storm
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| slowly growing cold
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| i’m fallin in love with you
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| from the rolling hills of suicide
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| everyone will run and hide
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| screaming bloody murder
|
| with their heads of fire
|
| there just may be a chance for me
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| my sweet insanity
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| if you would take me with
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| you on your trip to the moon |