| Do you really want to know when
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| Everything inside the cage is inoperable
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| Thank you, Ameriscan
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| Was it treatment plant or Teflon pan
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| It’s the size of my hand and it’s spreading
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| Thank you, Ameriscan
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| As know I know when
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| Now I know when to get my chemo on
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| The facts will rubbish all my living
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| Right hand’s little crickets
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| A bit of a dream spoiled my carnival parts
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| I’m as free as a creature with no mouth and no feet
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| On the sleeve or arm or hand that’ll win every week
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| And I’ve been set into motion like a wheel in the street
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| I’m a wheel in the street
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| A wheel in the street
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| Wheel in the street
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| I’m a wheel in the street
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| A wheel in the street
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| A wheel in the street
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| A wheel in the street
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| Do you really want to know
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| Do you really want to know
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| What’s up with your lymph nodes
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| And lungs that look like leather wallets
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| There’s polyps all up inside and along
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| Your upside down, giant swollen colon’s wall
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| So thank you, Ameriscan
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| As now i know when
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| Now i know when to gets my chemo on
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| Cancer owes the paranoiac
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| Coronary cancelled lawyer
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| A hundred sharp shooters in
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| His rib cage shooting sharp pains
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| In as many directions
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| It’s cold on his neck
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| His sweat’s like ice
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| And I’m like wait a minute
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| This is it, I know it’s in me and in it
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| Suddenly losing my memory becomes
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| Significant
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| I don’t want to know, but I know you’re going to
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| Tell me any way
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| I don’t want to know
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| I don’t want to know
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| I don’t want to know
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| I don’t want to know |