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 themselves 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 snakepit
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The Snakepit
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| Cure |
