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It's hard to look at your own back
And even harder not to scratch
They come waltzing in
When you turn on the light, you're covered with bites
Pretty sure you don't taste good
The most bitter flavour in your neighbourhood
They come waltzing in
And then after the fight, you're covered with bites
They come following the flood
And they're bloated on the blood
It seems your parasites know your name
Know your turn-ons as well
It's hard to not keep looking back
When the door is on the latch
They come waltzing in
When you donate a pint, you're covered in bites
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