| Flesh to white to black to flesh
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| Flesh to white to black to flesh
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| Flesh to white to black to flesh
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| Flesh to white to black to flesh
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| Flesh to white to black to flesh
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| A stroke up, a stroke down
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| Applyin' paint across my frown
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| My silhouette on the rear wall
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| Is still the same unless I fall, unless I fall
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| When you take my hand put it on your outer self
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| I will make you feel, how the ink spreads
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| When you push it off, watch my shoulders drop
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| There’s riddles written down on your forehead
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| Flesh to white to black to flesh
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| Flesh to white to black to flesh
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| Ouwa-ouwa, ouwa-ouwa
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| Flesh to white to black to flesh
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| Flesh to white to black to flesh
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| Ouwa-ouwa, ouwa-ouwa
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| I fade to sheer, illuminated
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| From A to 1, coordinated
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| When you take my hand put it on your outer self
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| I will make you feel, how the ink spreads
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| When you push it off, watch my shoulders drop
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| There’s riddles written down on your forehead
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| Flesh to white to black to flesh
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| Flesh to white to black to flesh
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| Ouwa-ouwa, ouwa-ouwa
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| Flesh to white to black to flesh |
| Flesh to white to black to flesh
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| Ouwa-ouwa, ouwa-ouwa |