| I’ve been digging in the swamp
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| The only place where you’ll find my kind
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| It’s where the lizards come to romp
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| And have their ways with the ones we find
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| I met a birdie there last night
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| Evil thing sang and caught my tears
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| So I devoured her on sight
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| As an od to possess for years
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| You came along and broke my heart
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| One handful’s all it took
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| To know we were chaos from the start
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| Uh-oh, I don’t mind, even when you’re so unkind
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| Uh-oh, hear my plea, let’s find out how wrong we can be
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| Oh no, I want inside, not just your mind, but your filthy hide
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| Your mouth and your eyes, sweet as mom’s milk, sick as flies
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| When you’re crazy makes me wet
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| But I’m the one with the damaged brain
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| And when you’re gone I won’t forget
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| But I’d rather have you up in chains
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| I didn’t ask to be like this
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| Created perfect then you turn your face
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| I’d rather go to the abyss
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| Then return to the human race
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| Hey there child, sing along
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| I know you feel you don’t belong
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| Inside this bog where normals live
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| Beneath the mud we all forgive
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| Stupid girl, get on your knees
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| You’re free to share this rare disease
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| But bring them back so we can meet
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| I like to know the ones we eat
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| I been digging in the swamp
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| The only place where you’ll find my kind
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| It’s where the lizards come to romp
|
| And have their ways with the ones we find
|
| I met a birdie there last night
|
| Evil thing sang and caught my tears
|
| So I devoured her on sight
|
| As an od to possess for years
|
| When you’re crazy makes me wet
|
| But I’m the one with the damaged brain
|
| And when you’re gone I won’t forget
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| I’d rather have you up in chains
|
| I didn’t ask to be like this
|
| Created perfect then you turn your face
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| I’d rather go to the abyss
|
| Then return to the human race
|
| Uh-oh, I don’t mind, even when you’re so unkind
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| Uh-oh, hear my plea, let’s find out how wrong we can be
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| Oh no, I want inside, not just your mind, but your filthy hide
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| Your mouth and your eyes, sweet as mom’s milk, sick as flies |