| As your bony fingers close around me
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| Long and spindly death becomes me
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| Heaven can you see what I seeHey you pale and sickly child
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| You’re death and living reconciled
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| Been walking home a crooked milePaying 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 givingCan you feel a little love?
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| Can you feel a little love?
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| Dream on, dream onThere’s no time for hesitating
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| Pain is ready, pain is waiting
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| Primed to do it’s educatingUnwanted, uninvited kin
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| It creeps beneath your crawling skin
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| It lives without it lives within youFeel 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 itchingCan you feel a little love?
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| Can you feel a little love?
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| Dream on, dream onBlame it on your karmic curse
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| Or shame upon the universe
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| It knows its lines, it’s well rehearsedIt sucked you in, it dragged you down
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| To where there is no hallow ground
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| Where holiness is never foundPaying 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 givingCan you feel a little love?
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| Can you feel a little love?
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| Dream on, dream onCan you feel a little love?
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| Can you feel a little love?
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| Dream on, dream onDream on, dream on
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| Dream on, dream on |