| As your bony fingers close around me Long and spindly
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| Death becomes me Heaven can you see what I see
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| Hey you pale and sickly child
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| You’re death and living reconciled
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| Been walking home a crooked mile
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| Paying 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 giving
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| Can you feel a little love
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| Can you feel a little love
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| Dream on
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| Dream on
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| There’s no time for hesitating
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| Pain is ready, pain is waiting
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| Primed to do it’s educating
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| Unwanted, uninvited kin
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| It creeps beneath your crawling skin
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| It lives without it lives within you
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| Feel 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 itching
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| Can you feel a little love
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| Can you feel a little love
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| Dream on
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| Dream on
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| Blame it on your karmic curse
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| Oh shame upon the universe
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| It knows its lines
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| It’s well rehearsed
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| It sucked you in, it dragged you down
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| To where there is no hallowed ground
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| Where holiness is never found
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| Paying 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 giving
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| Can you feel a little love
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| Can you feel a little love
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| Dream on
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| Dream on
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| Can you feel a little love
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| Can you feel a little love
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| Dream on
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| Dream on
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| Dream on
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| Dream on
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| Dream on
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| Dream on |