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I've lost the plot again, tell your friends to sharpen their teeth
There's a few quid to be made
And my soul's a sorry state, so come on down, you empty lovers
(Worms come out of the woodwork) and the snakes start to sing
Do you feel the chill clawing at the back of your neck?
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