Innocence has no resistance
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Against a wicked counselor such as I.
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You won't make it out.
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Shall I lead you to my parlor,
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Poison offers disguised, in just your size.
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You won't make it out.
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You may think me altruistic,
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Feel my dark hypnosis closing in.
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You won't make it out.
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Then you grow cold,
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Cold
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As a stare.
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As if no,
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None,
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Could compare.
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But you don't know,
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How close,
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To ensnare.
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When I control,
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You will
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Despair.
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Sycophancy, solipsistic,
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Spider plays the fool
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To lure the fly.
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You won't make it out.
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Then you grow cold,
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Cold
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As a stare.
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As if no,
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None,
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Could compare.
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But you don't know,
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How close,
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To ensnare.
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When I control,
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You will
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Despair.
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Scumbag Blues
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| Them Crooked Vultures |
