The Cure
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Oh, Candyland, the spider-man comes
Softly through the shadow of the evil sun
Still in the past, the shadow windows are blistered
Then looking for the victim under shadow and bed
Now in fear, the gathering glimpses
Suddenly, zooming in the corner of my room
And there is nothing I can do when I realize with light
The Spider-Man is having me for dinner tonight
Quietly he laughs, shaking his head
Creeping closer now, closer to the foot of the bed
Stopper's in the shadows, butchered and flied
His arms are all around me and the tongue in my eye
I'm still being tough, you're quite my precious boy
Don't struggle like that other roe, I will only love you more
It is much too late to get away, you're the sun of my life
Spider-Man is having you dead tonight
Not feel like I'm being eaten
By a thousand million siblings from Rio
And I know that every morning
Lord, wake up to the ship and go with Spider-Man.
All is calm and grace.
All is done well.
Spider-Man and all is calm and grace.
All is done well.