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Slither slowly until you are close to mesoon may your colors be shownand I’ll fall by your fangs if they ever let go of meI suppose I should’ve knownBut it’s no fault of yours, no it’s only a cursebeckoning on and onand though you’d never pull any trigger you were left holding the gunWell some beggars are born from good fortuneand free is a relative termwell I’ve taken, yes I’ve taken, much from a lesson never learnedBut it’s no fault of mine, I just stay in the linesand color in all as I seeit all come to life as it comes into light and I’ve colored the end of meSo bring down the knifedeep in me now and see it out Bring down the knife, deep in me now and see it outthen just slither away the same as you came, back to your hole and hide From Letras Mania