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The quick spider weaving
Keeping the web alive and well
Like the black widow male
Just another victim
To a love so rare
I saw no light in your eyes
I know that others have tried
I thought I was the one!
But you turned me into stone!
And when you look back at people
You turn them into dust
I count the snakes in your hair
Growing stronger with every breath
I will be the one who waits
Picking up the pieces until
You come again
I saw no light in your eyes
I know that others have tried
I heard your tears sold like gold
One more of your lies unfold
I thought I was the one!
But you turned me into stone!
And when you look back at people
You turn them into dust
Malignia
I thought was the one!
Thought was the one
Thought was the one
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