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you speak of being tangled up almost nightlyand i'm trapped in this spider webthe dew drops will keep me companybut they'll be dried up and gone with the morningin a cocoon you weaved mein a dream i was sleepingits not easy for us to dowithout grace or subtletyjust to reamin cuffed to the rungs of a doorway in a vacant house in the woodsto await the inevitable fate that soon she'll be taking meyou crept slow to keep me in sight without being noticedbut its not easy for youin a cocoon you weaved mein a dream i was sleepingits not easy for us to doand how, i mean it wouldn't change a thing, if i knewits not easy for us to do From Letras Mania