| Oh, find me under the tree
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| Oh, slowly rip all of my skin
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| Oh, i surrender
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| Wish us all the best its a ferocious test
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| Full of poison
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| I feel chosen
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| But it chokes me up
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| So damn evil
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| Black procedure
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| A big pile of
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| I feel seizures
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| So severe just
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| Tell me all the
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| Later on i feel okay
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| An idea better since
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| So ideal yeah no way
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| I will murder and convince
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| I will murder and convince
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| I will murder and convince
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| I will murder and convince
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| I will murder and convince
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| Later on i feel okay
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| An idea better since
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| So ideal yeah no way
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| I will murder and convince yeah
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| You’ll regret these little things
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| I’ll picture holes and fever strains
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| Red kitchen — holy interfere
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| My system pumping leper yeast
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| These coffins serving me for years
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| Oh damn, ill murder and convince
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| Oh, find me under the tree
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| Oh, slowly rip all of my skin
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| Oh, i surrender
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| Wish us all the best its a ferocious test
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| Oh, find me under the tree
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| Oh, slowly rip all of my skin
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| Oh, i surrender
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| Wish us all the best its a ferocious test |