well we're a mile under the ground
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and i'm thinking that it's christmas
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and i'm kissing you hard
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like i've got very important business
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and no-one knows
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and no-one sees us
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because they're drinking their selves senseless
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and i'm writhing
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and i'm writhing
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and i'm writhing in the snakepit
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well i'm out in a car
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and it's just full of stupid girls
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and i've forgotten how to speak
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and i just can't remember a word
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and my eyes feel like they're bursting
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and they're splitting like plums
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and i'm writhing
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and i'm writhing
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and i'm writhing in the snake pit
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The Snake Pit
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| The Cure |
