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Pulsing pulsing



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 [And there's something [brush my] brain / In the stuff and watch for brain] 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 [And there's something [brush my] brain / In the stuff and watch for brain