| I’ve got this little itch
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| that I never learned to scratch
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| It seems that even if I had
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| I’d rather itch than not
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| And the pleasure is the lesser
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| When its giving to the pressure
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| Of an ever growing lust
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| And an always present want
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| All this is yours
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| So here’s your piece of it, your part in it
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| Clench your jaws, with claws you’ll strangle it
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| You’ll smother it
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| Damn right I want nothing to do with this,
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| No part of it
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| I’d fight to the death to keep it
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| This mere fondling is mine
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| (the most subtle of snares)
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| I’ve cared so much with proving that I’ve lost all
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| love for proof
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| An ever growing craving
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| For a quickly fading feel
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| (the most subtle of snares)
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| I’d trade my soul for a great big hole
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| And a heart too hard to heal
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| All this is yours
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| So here’s your piece of it, your part in it
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| Clench your jaws, with claws you’ll strangle it
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| You’ll smother it
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| Damn right I want nothing to do with this,
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| No part of it
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| Keep locked your jaws
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| I hope you choke on it
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| The craving grows
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| Fiercer and fiercer it grows
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| My heart is ringing out of tune
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| My heart is ringing out of tune
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| My heart is calling out for you
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| I’m the first to thirst and the last to drink
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| Of the words I’ve heard but rarely think
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| My God my heart has gone to hell,
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| But I have found the well and it’s mine all mine |