Look, don't come to me again
And take these nights.
They are lying around, getting in the way.
There's already a lot of junk in the house.
Do you see the cobwebs hanging on the walls?
Dead flies lazily
They were dying, they cheated me, you know?
They didn't know anything, and you say ....
I was told your promises once,
That they are my Breakfast.
they talked a lot when you were
I wiped my feet before I left .....
Look, don't come to me again,
And if you want to
Clean your shoes -
Please - to the flies on the web.
To the flies - on the web
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