In the silence of the night, a serpent shape
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Moves its way across the stony floor
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In the comfort of your life, the serpent said,
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You know that you could have still more,
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Picture where you want to be
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The door is open wide
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Don't you really want to know?
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Don't you want to know how it feels
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To see if it's all worth trying?
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You want to know how it feels
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Don't you want to rule the world a little bit,
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Who to help and who to leave to swim?
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You could better everything, the serpent said,
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In your own peculiar way,
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History would honour you
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No matter what you did
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Don't you really want to try?
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You want to know how it feels
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And see if it's all worth trying
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You want to know how it could feel,
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In the silence of the night, you lie awake,
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Turning over in your mind the words:
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If at first you lack the nerve, the serpent said,
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You could always try again.
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And now left upon your own
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Has nothing changed at all
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Do you really want to know?
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You want to know how it feels
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And see if it's all worth trying
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You want to know how it could feel,
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To be the one.
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The Serpent Said
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| Tony Banks |
