| I might be strong but I am all threads
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| And I hold myself together with a web
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| And you pick the strands apart
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| Everyone unravels just a bit in the dark
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| A gossamer ruse…
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| Recoil from the colours you unmask
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| Fool to meddle with the scaffold of the heart
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| I play dead when I feel under threat
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| When awake, I’m my own marionette
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| I may be fragile, fighting through
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| But they say silk is bulletproof
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| I may be frightened facing you
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| Still I spin out sideways from the truth
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| A gossamer ruse…
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| I swing between the flower and the thorn
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| Hang resplendent with the diamonds of the morn
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| Then I wait to trap you in delight
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| Sudden does dawn’s wander sicken down into night
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| A gossamer ruse…
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| And sudden do my colours re-appear
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| And you cry out as I’m crawling ever near
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| Time’s too late to allow old regrets
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| I devoured those that I loved the best
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| I may be fragile, fighting through
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| But they say silk is bulletproof
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| I may be frightened facing you
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| Still I spin out sideways from the truth
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| A gossamer ruse… |