| There the body just lies, dead on the ground
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| It don’t make a move, it won’t make a sound
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| We could try to revive, to keep it alive
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| Or we could just roll it onto its side
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| The shell of a host, it was something that breathed
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| When we loved it the most, we could never believe
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| How the body could steal and feed off the land
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| And sharpen its teeth to take a bite from our hands
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| We’ve heard this one before
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| Nothing new and nothing more
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| We’ve heard this one before
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| We’ve heard this one
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| Nothing new and nothing more
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| We’ve heard this one before
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| We’ve heard this one before
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| We’ve heard this one
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| We’ve heard, we’ve heard?
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| There the body just lies, and I think it’s too late
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| The blood starts to flow from its comatose state
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| The darkness is nigh, and although we could try
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| It’s best just to let it bleed 'til it dies
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| The shell of a host, it was something that breathed
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| When we loved it the most, we could never believe
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| How the body could steal and feed off the land
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| And sharpen its teeth to take a bite from our hands
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| We’ve heard this one before
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| Nothing new and nothing more
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| We’ve heard this one before
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| We’ve heard this one
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| Nothing new and nothing more
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| We’ve heard this one before
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| We’ve heard this one before
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| We’ve heard this one before, one before
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| Wha!
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah?
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| We’ve heard this one before
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| We’ve heard this one before
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| We’ve heard this one before
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| We’ve heard this one before
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| Wha! |