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Your voice is like a snakebite If that snake had smoked a thousand cigarettes And only spoke Spanish, or Italian, I never could tell If it had hands That were always covered with dirt, rough like rocks in the river And its venom were smoke made out of honey Your voice is like a snakebite, I can feel it in my blood Your voice is like a snakebite I want to **** the poison out
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Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
Snakebite
Your voice is like a snakebite If that snake had smoked a thousand cigarettes And only spoke Spanish, or Italian, I never could tell If it had hands That were always covered with dirt, rough like rocks in the river And its venom were smoke made out of honey Your voice is like a snakebite, I can feel it in my blood Your voice is like a snakebite I want to **** the poison out
sarah-writes
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Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
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