| go ahead, good friend, scream all you want to
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| your legless & limping & lost & it’s just like they like you
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| & I can feel your tender bodies coming near
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| I see them hanging from a crystal chandilier
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| i’m hope for the hopeless
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| i’m help for the helplessly hopeful
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| life is long when your lonely
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| the ugly, the unclean, the unfit will fuck the unhappy
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| you’re going down good friend, so i’m letting go of your leg
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| the laughing, the poking, the proding, the pushing you over
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| I believe I believe I believe you’re one of them
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| you’re one of those things
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| so, go ahead, scream all you want, 'cause that only excites me
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| i’m making this plate for the sea
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| i’m taking all of you with me
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| so, suffer little children
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| suffer little children
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| suffer little children
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| come & get me
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| you’re going down good friend, so i’m letting go of your leg
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| the houses were haunted
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| were vault with our sick-hearted laughter
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| life is long when your lonely
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| so, go on & scream all you want, 'cause that only excites me
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| you’re going down good friend, so i’m letting go of your leg
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| suffer little children
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| suffer little children
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| suffer little children
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| suffer little children
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| come & get me |