| The thing with snakes is
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| You never know who they are or where they are
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| You only know when it’s too late
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| And their fangs are buried deep in your back
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| Run your mouth, see how far you get
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| Tall tales won’t carry you
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| All the grief you’re sending my way
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| I just simply close the door
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| Life’s too short to blink an eye
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| At the words bleeding dry my respect for you
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| Life’s too short to comprehend the words within your head
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| I don’t think I want to
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| We don’t see eye to eye
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| Doesn’t matter just live your own life
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| We don’t see eye to eye
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| Doesn’t matter just live your life
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| Every smile
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| I know there’s something lurking
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| Every word
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| I know there’s something…
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| Beneath It All
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| Serpents Head
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| Beneath It All
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| You’ve made your bed
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| New day, new scapegoat
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| The fingers pointed right at me
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| Time and time again you bang your head against the wall
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| You’ll never break through
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| Doesn’t matter what you do
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| Results they stay the same, never change your attitude
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| Doesn’t matter what you do
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| Results they stay the same, a weak mind will never win
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| Beneath It All
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| Serpents Head
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| Beneath It All
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| You’ve made your bed
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| Sleepless nights filled with apathy
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| Your dagger in my back will affect you more than it affects me
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| When something affects the body, you cut out
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| That’s why I’ll cut you out of my life
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| Cut off the serpents head
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| There’s something lurking…
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| So run your fucking mouth
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| Beneath it all |