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Lullaby — The Cure. Sleep well.

I’m trapped in a box, and I cannot get out,
And silvery spiders they slither throughout,
I’m still in a quandary how this came about,
While quenching my thirst, I stumbled on drought.

I’m begging for mercy, but the box is too small,
The walls seem so close that I can’t move at all,
But the slippery spiders, they’re having a ball,
Their freedom is here in my heart, in my soul.

I wonder if I have the strength to break free,
And then I discover that I just don’t know me,
So I follow the spiders, still failing to see,
That the box is invisible, and I hold the key.

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