A fading sting, of dealing
And I would come but i'm teething
My faith is humdrum, my wait is over
Hmm, the peeling of fear
A feeling from death
And the paling sting in me
'Cos i'm sure of death
There's no weeping
My faith is humdrum, my wait is over
When I found a girl, in pairs
No, I had to see you again
Hmm, the peeling of fear
I'm sure of death
Here's the bee sting!
My faith is humdrum, my wait is over
When I found a girl, in pairs
No, I had to see you again

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