Spider on my Soul, Trap 3

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And that's not it.
Somebody stole my shiny silver moon
Replaced it with a phony.
Listen man, trust me on this one.
Take back the moon!
Take back the night!
Take back your knight (mate).
     Dead spider
     Dead spider
     Creeping round the bend
     A pocketful of posies
     A pepper's worth of rye.

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