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Tighten your grip, |
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Your web can't be spun, |
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Without your firming hands upon. |
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The lower you slip, |
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The closer you get, |
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To leaving yourself all alone. |
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Every time I get up to reach you, |
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You'll break your promise again. |
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You're crawling away, |
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You're licking your wounds that have bled. |
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It's surprising me to no end, |
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Because what you have said, |
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Make me feel that you can't, |
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Hear the voice in your head. |
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But, every time I get up to reach you, |
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You'll break your promise again. |
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You're crawling away, |
|
You're licking your wounds that have bled. |
|
It's surprising me to no end, |
|
Because what you have said, |
|
Make me feel that you can't, |
|
Hear the voice in your head. |
|
Tighten your grip, |
|
Your web can't be spun, |
|
Without your firming hands upon. |
|
The lower you slip, |
|
The closer you get, |
|
To leaving yourself all alone. |
|
Every time I get up to reach you, |
|
You'll break your promise again. |
|
You're crawling away, |
|
You're licking your wounds that have bled. |
|
It's surprising me to no end, |
|
Because what you have said, |
|
Make me feel that you can't, |
|
Hear the voice in your head |
