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Lyrics: Finish Him. Thin Ice (EP). Leech.


You're always around, I can't get you off of my skin. You're a fucking leech and I'm sick of it. Keep following the crowd, and think how they think, when you see the truth I'll watchyour heart sink. A fucking leech! sick to my skin. A fucking leech! and i'm sick of it. You can't get the hint we don't want you around, any sign of trouble and you're hiding underground. Stuck in my skin. I can't get you out. You never know what you're talking about