| Teeth in crumbs like sand in my mouth
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| Four little fingers keep pulling them out
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| Four little hands, they keep pulling me, pulling me down
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| I try to grin, I try to scream
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| Please say anything, the frequencies ringing it out
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| Where is love, are you ordinary with me now?
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| Meet me down in the mud
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| I will call on you, when there’s nothing left to say
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| Soon the hour will come
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| Look over your shoulder
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| There’s no need to run anymore, anymore
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| I know I’m easily affected
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| Her arms are like a serpent spinning me around
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| Can she see?
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| Lights go out, when there is nothing left to say
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| Soon the hour will come
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| Look over your shoulder
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| There’s no need to run anymore, anymore
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| Mirror me, I’m down here in the mud
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| This is ordinary in my suffering
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| There’s no cheaper thrill
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| It’s malevolent, can’t go unaffected
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| Sing to me, something sweet, threatening
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| You cling to me, blood of ophidian
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| Until me, help me, I’m crippling
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| You won’t sacrifice my love, meet me down in the mud |