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Widow
You think you're clever
Wrapped me up in your web so tight.
You treat me like a fly.
All I could do was cry.
But it's over now.
You've lost control.
I burnt your web and flew free.
You will suffer,
I will make you pay
For all that you've done.
And make you eat
what you have spun.
Wrapped me up in your web so tight.
You treat me like a fly.
All I could do was cry.
But it's over now.
You've lost control.
I burnt your web and flew free.
You will suffer,
I will make you pay
For all that you've done.
And make you eat
what you have spun.
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