Boa Constrictor

Tighter, it grew tighter everyday
Though I took it off years ago
Tighter, like a snake like a boa constrictor
Twisting round limbs in my brain

Oh no I'll never be ready
To go with a heavy heart
Cal it empty art
Oh no I'll never be ready
To go with a heavy heart
Call it empty art

Try to, run me down or run me through
With a sword or a a stake to my heart

Oh no I'll never be ready
To go with a heavy heart
Cal it empty art
Oh no I'll never be ready
To go with a heavy heart
Call it empty art

Tighter, round my neck and I know that it's coming
Past all the times that have passed
Tighter, round my neck when I know that there's nothing
That I could do to prevent



Credits
Writer(s): Beesley Huskisson
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