| Well I woke up in the morning and my hands were solid red
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| And I looked into the mirror at a man already dead
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| Yes I came into your house with a cloud before my eyes
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| Now I stand the morning after with your screaming in my head
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| Oh, your closet door was open so I thought I’d step inside
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| And I waited for a weakness just to pummel through your hide
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| And the scales on scales made the hissing of the snakes
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| Even louder than ever with a tongue split down the side
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| Yes your throat was looking hungry and your throat was looking sweet
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| So I crept into the kitchen just to grap a bite to eat
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| And the lights were off and bloody and I caught you by surprise
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| And the murder weapon glimmered as it came home nice and sweet
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| Oh the scales on scales, like the shining and the tight
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| And just between the two of us, this could be your last night
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| And you’ll wake up yesterday with a headache and you’ll say
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| Of the slithering distraction, it was quite all right
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| And we danced into the parlour like two newlyweds would dance
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| And I held you off the ground in a firm but loving stance
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| And your eyes were slowly closing and your head was bobbing low
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| And the growing pool below you consummated our romance
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| So I left you in the ballroom, you were white as winter snow
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| For the life of me I could not quite remember where to go Because every time I looked, all I saw were printed words
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| And the ceiling turning yellow as the symptoms start to show |