| It feels so still I could just die, just die
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| It’s come to reach up inside (up inside, up inside)
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| Oh how the blood stains well on white
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| Oooh, whaoh the coral fang
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| sinking in to make you well
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| Oooh, whaoh the coral fang
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| sinking in to make you ill
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| It’s come to rape what you hide (what you hide, what you hide)
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| It fills the years with reprise, disgust, disguise
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| I’ll burn my own funeral pyre
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| And from your mouth I will rise, I’ll rise, I’ll…
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| Oooh, whaoh the coral fang
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| sinking in to make you well
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| Oooh, whaoh the coral fang
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| sinking in to make you ill
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| When the fang sinks down in (sinks down in)
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| Makes your eyes white and roll right into him
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| When the coral stains the skin (stains the skin)
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| Disease is cheap, scars are polished clean
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| Oooh, whaoh the coral fang
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| sinking in to make you well
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| Oooh, whaoh the coral fang
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| sinking in to take at will |