| Well I heard there’s spiders
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| In your living room
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| They crawled in through the joints
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| In the floor
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| Apart from that
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| You say, there is a mole
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| Among your friends or family
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| And there’s free spot in my bed
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| For a dead horse’s head
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| It ain’t hard to gain some trust in human kind
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| It ain’t hard if it’s nothing you expect
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| Sit down, grab a needle, stitch it
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| Frame it, place it on your nightstand
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| It is a golden rule mind it well
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| Self-help books
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| You’re out of luck with me
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| Breath techniques
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| Don’t cross my path now
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| Spiritual guides
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| Spare me the mail
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| You should have
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| Knocked on my door
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| Back when I was weak
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| People tell me that that I’d make
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| The world’s worst shrink
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| I’d moan myself
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| The whole sessions through
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| But when you said last night you went to bed
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| Without the usual crying
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| I thought: Well then, there you go
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| But I won’t quit my job just yet
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| Tarot cards
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| You’re out of luck with me
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| Crystal skulls
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| Don’t cross my path now
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| Doomsday cults
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| Spare me the mail
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| You should have knocked on my door
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| Back when I was weak
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| So then tell me when did sorrow settle here?
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| Occupying your best plushy chair
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| Every night you serve him tears and chocolate
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| Your most secret recipe
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| He is the man of the house
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| It’s his well-earned due |