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6 Foot Cobra
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Fashion Jackson
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There's a screech and then a thud 6 foot cobra dressed in blood Hear that disembodied drum through the mud You were grasping for a thrill Unwilling to wait until There was nothing left to kill Now it's real Told my baby that I slept well That sh*t was a f**king lie I feel like I'm gonna f**king die Oh my god, you hear this f**king guy? I've allotted all my F-bombs So this ain't gonna make the radio Ain't you ever own a stereo? Ain't you ever heard of ELO? You only think about yourself (But we can talk about it later on) I never worry about my health There's a screech and then a thud 6 foot cobra dressed in blood Hear that disembodied drum through the mud You were grasping for a thrill Unwilling to wait until There was nothing left to kill Now it's real Just show me how Long nights, teach me how to be afraid Figure me out Long nights, teach me how to be alone There's a screech and then a thud 6 foot cobra dressed in blood Hear that disembodied drum through the mud You were grasping for a thrill Unwilling to wait until There was nothing left to kill Now it's real
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