| Oh spider, it must be taking over you
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| Wrestling your regrets this way you do
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| So long, running down the edge of the knife
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| Thers’s so much more you keep pent up inside
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| If I were you I’d blow the doors off
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| Spider on a bathroom wall
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| You’re only climbing to escape your fall
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| You tumble down but it don’t hurt you at all
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| Spider on a bathroom wall
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| Spider on a bathroom wall
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| Oh spider, is it your own sticky thread
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| In ever wilder hoops around your head
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| Oh, why is it such a mystery?
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| This freedom that you’re passed right on for free
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| So fleeting in it’s very essence
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| Flash of fluorescent light
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| The roaring oceans keeps you up at night
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| You’re like a spider on a bathroom wall
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| You’re only climbing to escape your fall
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| You tumble down but it don’t hurt you at all
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| Spider on a bathroom wall
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| Spider on a bathroom wall |