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A porcupine |
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Crawling out from inside of your mind |
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Like you growing a crown of thorns |
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But you're no messiah |
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You think more like a spider |
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'cause guilty hearts beat upside down |
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Silver hubcaps replcaed your eyes |
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As you went spinning on a daydream down |
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Forgiving the road every inch for miles |
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If your tyres survive |
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You know your heart will explode |
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And if this song was a sponge |
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Soaked in your blood |
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Well then I guess the story would be told |
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A fateful day |
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You became a spider |
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As I fed you blood from my nose |
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Now you're just like me |
