Last night I had a dream That I was a stripe Running up your arm Killing you at work It's the speed of what's to come It's the speed of what's to come It's running up your spine and you won't let it go Well I had a thought That I was a vein Running up your leg Infecting your heart It's the speed of what's to come It's the speed of what's to come Well it tears me apart Well it tears me in two Oh to wash my skin Oh to wash my skin Oh to wash my skin Free from my day Falling off my Sink into the ground Sink into the ground Falling of my Sink into the ground Sink into the ground Sink into the ground
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