| Last night I had another one of those dreams
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| The ones where you constantly wake up
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| Only to realize you’re still dreaming
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| I saw spiders in my sheets —
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| The fear had woken me up
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| I jumped out of bed and noticed the spiders were still there
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| Biting at my feet —
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| The fear had woken me up
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| I jumped out of bed, checked my sheets, checked my feet
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| Looked my brother in the eyes
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| And started telling him about my terrible dreams
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| He then fearlessly pointed at the two enormous love making spiders behind me
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| Taking up most of my wall with their screaming bodies
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| It sang to me in the key of guns guns guns guns guns
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| The fear had woken me up once more
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| I lied there long enough to notice an awful pain in my stomach
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| If your chest was a wall i’d punch a hole through it
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| You’re so much prettier than your mothers maiden name;
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| Her whore name, the name she embraced as a whore
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| I want to watch you rot
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| But I know that the pain my stomach is still going to be there when I wake up
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| So what’s the point?
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| I’d rather go back to sleep and watch those spiders fuck |