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Good evening operator
No need to connect my line
I called to talk to you
Do you get lonely at times?
Tell me all your secrets
Whats going on in your life?
I can hear heavy breathing
on the other end of this corded vine

I want to put my hand through this whole wide world
And catch you before you reach the center
Sense says I'm sincere but these cynics
tear at my moral fiber,
They find my holes and slide on through
to view my black satin spiders
Weave away little devils and dishevel my innards
and let sleeping blood dry.
Drip drop on the tip top
of this world of me,
World wide webs being spun by these spiders
Deep in the core of we