Pulsing Pulsing lyrics |
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Pulsing pulsing, There's a beat in his arm still. Pulsing pulsing, Like the throb of an anthill. Pulsing pulsing, No death in the rain. I've been washing my hands, In the stuff I wash my brains. |
I'm pulsing. You're pulsing. Who's pulsing?. What's pulsing?. Pulsing pulsing, There's a lump in his throat still. Pulsing pulsing, |
At the site of a crash throw. Pulsing pulsing, No push in the vein. I've been washing my hands, In the stuff I wash my brains. |
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