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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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.
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.
Writer: ANDY PARTRIDGE
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management