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Let the snake crawl around on your floor |
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You're not afraid of its tongue |
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Or its tiny heart |
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It lays curled up on the corner |
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Watching Craig and Jose |
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Hisses quietly to itself |
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Doesn't have a thing good to say |
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Like the fire's final spark |
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Like predictable behavior |
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The last drop in the battery |
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Food that lost its flavor |
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Blood inside like ground below |
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Just growing colder |
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No freedom in cowardice |
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Poison fangs give no power |
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The only love you'll ever grow |
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Is to look beyond the things you know |
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The things you know |
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To crawl out of its hole |
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A hired car and a 747 |
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Wants to swallow the world whole |
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Including hell including heaven |
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Tiny eyes that strain to see |
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The point behind all this gift giving |
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Well, snakes may come and snakes may go |
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Jose and Craig--well, they're still living |
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The only love you'll ever grow |
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Is to look beyond the things you know |
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The only love you'll ever grow |
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Is to look beyond the things you know |
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The things you know |
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The things you know |
