​spiders in chicago Isaac Dunbar

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I want to tell him
But I can't
I want to hold him
But I can't find a way

[Instrumental Break]

Why's his blood thicker?
I'm out on a limb
I wonder if he compares me to him?
With my baggy clothes and my terrible posture
My bloodshot eyes
I'm a monster with the spiders in Chicago
With the spiders in Chicago

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With my baggy clothes and-

I'll wait out in the cold until I can't breathe
Create the perfect personality, for you
With bleeding lips and chapped fingers
I'll be out here for you
Even if I'm old with the spiders in Chicago