| There’s a spider in my room
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| There’s a spider in my room
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| Then a voice above my head
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| Said if that spider were made dead
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| I’d better grow some fins cause
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| It would make it, easier to swim
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| I don’t like spiders and snakes
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| The way they crawl, the way they shake
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| If spider gets killed how does that make it rain
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| How could I be the one to blame
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| A whisper drizzled down from the ice in its eyes
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| It said, «Try pickin' on your own damn size»
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| But the hoover was quick, termination complete
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| In its bedroom, home got a chance to eat
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| In the corner beside my bed
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| Very busy spinning thread
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| Eight legs and a little head
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| I hear the thunder from outside
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| And the waters gettin' high
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| I don’t like moths and bugs
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| They buzz, they get in the rugs
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| But where’s a guy find some room
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| In a life raft home, a little rubber tomb
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| In the corner beside my bed
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| Very busy spinning thread
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| Eight legs and a little head
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| There’s a spider in my room
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| There’s a spider in my room
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| Spider, spider
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| Spider in my
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| Spider in my
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| Spider in my |