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Spiders
Feed in the sun
Walking
Tightropes above
Lonesome
For one last love
Lonesome
Now my only drug
And there's so much I don't know
You are easy to forget
Hard to let go
And holding one last flame
It's easier to burn
Harder to stay
Trying to find
What's left of my sense
The more I pull
The less it bends
And flies in the wind
Born without wings
You and I know
What the morning brings
Lonesome
For one last love
Lonesome
Now my only drug
Tightropes above
Tightropes above
Lonesome
Now my only drug
Written by: Nathan Reich
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