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Touch - I'll stand for nothing less -
Or never stand again - Thiese are the limits when you's buried -
This body's left the soul - Could we have known -
Never would I, helped to nail down - Careful of drifting off -
Now losing taste and touch - Turning a pale blue leaning in to say -
This body's left the soul - The brain needs oxygen -
Can't sneak around this bait - His catacomb has got me by the chin -
This body's left the soul - (Chorus) - Could we have known -
Never would I, helped to nail down - With nothing to gain -
Here's the clincher, this should be you - Now saturate, and touch -
Now saturate, the earth - (Last Chorus) - This happened to be,
never changing - Holding inside, the phobie viewed -
Made cold and crippled, ending it all
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