| When her body gave into that sickness again
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| She always knew it would
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| She didn’t want to say a thing
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| For fear that if he knew
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| He’d never risk getting even this close to her
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| Fever has made her shameless
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| She’s desperate to infect
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| And she’d kill to hear him moan
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| With misery
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| Burning sweet
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| Keeping her suffering company with his bowels
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| Twisted from that seductive disease
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| Some shit spreads with a secret contagion
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| And you’ll either be fascinated or repulsed by the velocity of defeat
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| Tell me doctor
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| Are we giving up
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| Yes I know it’s completely fucked
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| Show me a credible witness to the existence of a functional love
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| Or even just a functional fuck
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| Doctor are you giving up on me
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| Don’t you see it’s each other we need
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| You’re the sadist and it seems I just might be
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| A masochist
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| Neither one of us satisfied
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| Until I’m fucking writhing
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| And I overheard them say
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| Our guinea pigs are in for it
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| We’re straining day and night to find the origin of this mutant strain
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| Once microscopic
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| Now epidemic
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| Which crawled it’s way into her brain
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| She didn’t ask for it
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| But she is passing it to everybody she meets
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| And it might not be the most pleasurable thing
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| But this sensation can be so addicting
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| Tell me doctor are we giving up
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| Yes I know it’s completely fucked
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| Show me a credible witness to the existence of a functional love
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| Or even just a functional fuck
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| Doctor are you giving up on me
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| Don’t you see it’s each other we need
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| You’re the sadist and it seems I just might
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| He won’t surrender
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| His system guards
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| Against the potential agony
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| But he will never realize that
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| Consequently
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| He’s missing out on ecstasy
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| He won’t surrender
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| His system protects him against me
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| Well it wasn’t caused by amphetamines
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| But his dopamine levels are unquestionably depleting
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| And my favorite hypochondriac is starting to display symptoms of hysterical
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| paralysis
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| All the doctors can say is
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| There’s nothing physically amiss
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| Isn’t it ironic that I’m the sadist
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| But now it seems he just might be immune to what I inflict |