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From all sides |
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We felt sad |
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We felt so sad |
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And in our theme |
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The truth reveal |
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But we sell fiction |
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An old clown |
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In old clothes |
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Taking up time(I'm going to spiderland) |
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Competes for sun(I'm going to spiderland) |
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By slapping heads |
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Send his thoughts through |
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So come out to war with a sword |
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He said "Let's do this two shay,on my birthday," |
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So you're so proud |
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And you're so free |
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And your town votes you |
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And you're so cold |
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And you're so sad |
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And your town quotes you(I'm going to spiderland) |
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So come out to war(I'm going to spiderland) |
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And sit there bored |
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And wait till |
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TuesdayAnd feel the need |
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To lose the seed |
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And smash it gooey |
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With a toupee |
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And now is the time |
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I make up your mind |