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71 lines
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I've lost the plot again
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Tell your friends to sharpen their teeth
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There's a few quid to be made
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And my soul's a sorry state
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So come on down you empty lovers
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(Worms come out of the woodwork)
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And the snakes start to sing
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Do you feel the chill (Clawing at the back of your neck?)
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I start to spill (Did you really think that you could fix me?)
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They'll sell your bones for another roll
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(Well sharpen your teeth) Tell yourself that it's just business
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Worms come out of the woodwork
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Leeches crawl from out of the dirt
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Rats come out of the holes they call home
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I fall apart and the snakes start to sing
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Don't say I'm better off dead
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'Cause heaven's full and hell won't have me
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Won't you make some room in your bed?
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Oh well, you could lock me up in your heart
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And throw away the key
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Won't you take me out of my head?
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I'm just a would've been, could've been, should've been
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Never was and never ever will be
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Well sharpen your teeth (Tell yourself that it's just business)
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Would've been, could've been, should've been
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Never was and never ever will be
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(Worms come out of the woodwork)
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And the snakes start to sing
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Worms come out of the woodwork
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Leeches crawl from out of the dirt
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Rats come out of the holes they call home
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I fall apart and the snakes start to sing
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If you can't soar with the eagles
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Then don't fly with the flock
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Are you still gettin' high?
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Did you catch your own reflection
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In the knife my mother held
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Or the hell in my father's eyes?
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If you can't soar with the eagles
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Then don't fly with the flock
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Are you still gettin' by?
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Was I your knight in shining armor
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The apple of your eye
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Or just a step to climb?
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If you can't soar with the eagles
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Then don't fly with the flock
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Are you still gettin' high?
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Did you catch your own reflection
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In the knife our mother held
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Or the hell in my father's eyes?
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If you can't soar with the eagles
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Then don't fly with the flock
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Are you still gettin' by?
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Was I your knight in shining armor
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Or the apple of your eye
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Or just a step, a fucking step, to climb?
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Name And the Snakes Start to Sing
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Artist Bring Me The Horizon
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Album Sempiternal
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