| Can you feel it?
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| It’s a place from down below, it’s a face that never shows
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| It’s the kind you won’t believe, follow me
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| Won’t you listen to the voice inside your head?
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| It’s a voice that wants you dead
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| It will eat all that you give, if you live
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| Don’t you want to know where you shouldn’t go?
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| Let’s fall in the mud, flowers in the blood
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| There’s a chance you shouldn’t take
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| There’s a voice you shouldn’t wake
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| Better listen now to me, don’t disagree
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| You should worry 'bout the voice inside your head
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| About the things you heard it said
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| Round and round it plays its game, all the same
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| Don’t you want to know ways you shouldn’t go?
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| Let’s fall in the mud, flowers in the blood
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| Don’t you want to know where you shouldn’t go?
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| Let’s fall in the mud, flowers in the blood
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| It’s a place from down below, it’s a face that never shows
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| It’s the kind you won’t believe, just follow me
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| Won’t you listen to the voice inside your head?
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| It’s a voice that wants you dead
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| It will eat all that you give, if you live
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| Don’t you want to know ways you shouldn’t go?
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| Let’s fall in the mud, flowers in the blood |