| Plans and schemes, thoughts and dreams,
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| Who cares what they mean?
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| When they work they’re amazing things,
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| But when they don’t I hear you scream.
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| Chorus:
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| Spiders and flies live and die,
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| Six legs to stand on and two wings to fly.
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| I can’t remember and I can’t decide
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| What was the season and the color of your eyes, eyes
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| A thousand kings, favorite queens,
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| Buried with them precious rings.
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| When they lived they loved complete,
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| But in their tombs I hear them scream.
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| Chorus
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| Songs and spells, magic glass,
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| Who cares what they cast?
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| I dreamed I’d always love you complete.
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| I never thought I’d hear you scream.
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| Spiders and flies live and die,
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| Eight legs to stand on and two wings to fly.
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| It makes you wonder, «Why can’t I?»
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| What was the reason for the color of your eyes, eyes |