| Here’s to the one with the smoking stare
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| Running through my head with a bolo knife
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| Chopping up the threads made up from looms
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| Of love and blood and hate and some empty tunes
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| Eyes killer cold and black and bare
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| Freaky little tooth hanging solo
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| Sucking at the walls like a rolo now
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| Making a cocoon where my brain fits
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| I wanna go back, I wanna go back
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| I wanna go back with a club and attack
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| I wanna take to my guns and break you
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| I gotta make my little foe take his own
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| I wanna go back, I wanna go back
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| I wanna go back with a club and attack
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| I wanna take to my guns and break you
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| I gotta make my little foe take his own
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| I’m overgrown with a yellow mould
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| Just fizzing drones in a hollow dome
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| My funny nose dripping little groans
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| I’m so so cold in the marrow of my bones
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| I look at you as you take a snooze
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| Your skinny lips dripping rabid goo
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| I lift your chin and I grin at you
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| As you come to, man
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| I’m running round your head with a bolo knife
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| I’m gonna go back, I’m gonna go back
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| I’m gonna go back to a face, no more mask
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| I was in full bloom until I met you
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| I’m gonna shake my fetters, I’m breaking loose
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| I’m gonna go back, I’m gonna go back
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| I’m gonna go back to a face, no more mask
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| I was in full bloom until I met you
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| I’m gonna shake my fetters, I’m breaking loose
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| I’m gonna go back, I’m gonna go back
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| I’m gonna go back to a face, no more mask
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| I was in full bloom until I met you
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| I’m gonna shake my fetters, I’m breaking loose |