| You can blast yourself with sand but it won’t make a difference
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| Skin comes back again still that dust remembers it
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| I can’t feel my fingernails I pulled them out before they shed
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| Snake skin is just like real peel it back and grow a head
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| Oh no I forget, I forgot what I meant to say
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| Dropped out in the time it takes to sunburn
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| Something that you can’t explain forget it
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| Someone blasts themselves again
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| They went too deep and found a goo
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| I saw a slimy girl she walked around without a clue
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| Drips of a crown I know I know I know I know
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| Cell by cell they can melt, hardly can contain themselves
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| Oh no I forget, I forgot what I meant to say
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| Dropped out in the time it takes to sunburn
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| Something that you can’t explain, forget it
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| Dropped out in the time it takes to sunburn
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| Something that you can’t explain, forget it
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| Sick of the skin so you want
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| Another blast into the sunburn and keeping it dressed
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| Something about it the peeling gets less
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| Cell of the melt and the melt is a mess |