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Vārdi: The Used. Into My Web.

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa

I stopped to call you my little girl
I meant more, so much more
Then I'd like to push it half to death
They want to, they want you

Saw them turning heads and breaking necks
Past time, we'll make time
See their jaws drop as you fly like a butterfly
Straight into my web

Maybe I will be the only one
Who could leave her

Do you feel stuck? It's all in your head
Mindless, I'm fading
I miss the other flies, already dead
I caught some and left one

Saw you turning heads and broke my neck
I love to, they want to
See me drop my jaw as you fly like a butterfly
Straight into my web

Maybe I will be the only one
Who could leave her
Should I lie and just pretend
That I couldn't kill her?
Maybe I can just pretend
As she flies into my web

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa

Straight into my web
Straight into my web

I stopped to call you my little girl
I meant more, so much more
See me drop my jaw as you fly like a butterfly

Maybe I will be the only one
Who could leave her
Should I lie and just pretend
That I couldn't kill her?
Couldn't kill her, kill her

I will be the only one
Who will leave her
Should I lie and just pretend
That I couldn't kill her?
And maybe I can just pretend
As she flies into my web