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They laugh at me 'cause I am different

I burn the candle at the both ends

I cut the branch I am sitting on

The spider is slowly weaving her web

Cut the hand that feeds you

The devil always gets his due

I laugh at them 'cause they're all the same

Like flies about to be digested

The spider is slowly weaving her web

Cut the hand that feeds you

The devil always gets his due

Cut the hand that feeds you

The devil always gets his due