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I have a big secret out of a shroud prison, |
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this big horrible mess. |
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I'm covered in mud and bile, |
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inching towards the ground, |
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arms outstretched, |
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releasing my confession: |
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I am a snake, |
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I let my children, let my children go to fend for themselves. |
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De-scale me, |
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leave me naked on the cutting board floor. |
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I have a big secret out of a shroud prison, |
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this big horrible mess. |
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Hung to try in motherland sun tinted humidity, |
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releasing my confession: |
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I am a snake, |
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I let my children, let my children go to fend for themselves. |
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(We are the swamps) |
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Our lives are swamps, |
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We are the swamp. |
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Can you take it? |
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Can't you just get rid of it all? |
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I am a snake, |
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I let my children, let them go. |
