In the cold, coldest of nights
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The fire I light, to warm my bones
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I've had enough, of the dreadful cold
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And from the flames, appears Salome
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I stand before her amazed
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As she dances and demands
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The head of john the baptist on a plate
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In the morning, shaken and disturbed
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From under soft white fur
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I see the dust in the morning bright sets the room alive
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And by the telly appears Salome
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I stand before her amazed
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As she dances and demands
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The head of Isidora Duncan on a plate
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Oh, It's Salome
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Oh, It's Salome
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In the cold, coldest of nights
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The fire I light, to warm my bones
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I've had enough, of the dreadful cold
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And from the flames appears Salome
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I stand before her amazed
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As she dances and demands
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The head of any bastard on a plate.
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Salome
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| Babyshambles |
