| There are spiders inside your neck
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| But you won’t admit to it
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| There are crows up inside your head
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| But you won’t understand or give a damn
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| Well its getting late
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| But I will wait
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| There are crows up inside of your feet
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| But you won’t admit to it
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| There are spiders in your hair
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| But you don’t even care
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| Who put them there
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| Well its getting late but i will wait
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| On and on we roll like death in a can
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| Comfort in silence love and violence
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| And its getting late
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| But I will wait
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| There is ink up inside of your brain
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| But it all looks the same
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| On and on we roll like death in a can
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| Comfort in silence
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| Love and violence
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| Ink in your eyelids
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| Crows and spiders |