| Remember my face dirty man?
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| Smack me with a frying pan
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| Maybe this will all come back to you
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| You gave me a fever a long time ago
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| But I never got better
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| Remember me yet?
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| Remember my bruises?
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| Remember my screams?
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| Remember me yet?
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| This is where I celebrate my recovery
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| I’ll find creative ways to strip your body parts
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| And use them as weapons of torture
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| My mother would be proud
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| Maybe you can appreciate this
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| Saw created with your nails
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| Use it to cut off your lips
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| And stuff them in your nostrils
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| Empty my bladder into your filthy mouth
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| Gargle my fluid
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| Hum you an old tune
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| While we dismember your legs
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| Hung upside down by your waist
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| I blindfold myself with the skin of your thigh
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| Spin 5 times and use your leg
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| To swing at you like a piñata
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| You explode remedy all over me
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| My fever is gone and so are you |