Aceton – Chills

I`ve got chills. They`re multiplyin`.

Strange vibrations in my head

And I can feel disintegration

Like flies livin` in my bed

Ow

There were three dots in formation

Eerie sights along the road

And there were signs and indications.

Split in two, then spun around disappeared

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I`ve got chills. They`re multiplyin`.

Strange vibrations in my head

And there were signs and indications,

Like flies livin` in my bed.

Ow