| I let go a spider onto a ledge
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| I guess he’s got wires
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| And I hope he’s still got his legs
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| I use mine all up and I need my disease
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| I pick at it and I peel away
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| More resilient with scar tissue every day
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| I run and it hunts me down
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| They said I should make her a friend
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| But a friend like that
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| Will kill her in the end
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| So have you got anything new?
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| Well, yes, I’ve got some new cement boots
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| Clouds are lashing across my face
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| Falling with the grace of granite in yesterday’s gales
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| I run and it hunts me down
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| They said I should make her a friend
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| But a friend like that
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| Will kill her in the end
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| Needle and pins
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| Still I can’t feel a thing
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| From the waist down
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| Needle and pins
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| Said I can’t reach my limbs
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| As the plane came down
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| Internal wiring of the house fails
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| She’ll blow away in yesterday’s gales
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| Voices cacophony, inside, outside
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| Down the plug hole, suicide
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| I run and it hunts me down
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| They said I should make her a friend
|
| But a friend like that
|
| Will kill her in the end
|
| Needle and pins
|
| Still I can’t feel a thing
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| From the waist down
|
| Needle and pins
|
| Said I can’t reach my limbs
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| As the plane came down
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| I let go a spider onto a ledge
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| I guess he’s got wires
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| And I hope he’s still got his legs |