Day 10

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The spiders are gone, I've killed them all

Didn't wait for the last one to fall

This is my food and will feed me for days

Now I am learning to cope with your ways

Is it day 10 already?

Things have all, gone so steady

Whatever he throws at me I'll be ready

Just don't go insane, don't go insane

You know it's just all in your brain

Just don't go insane, don't go insane

Play his stupid, weird games

Now lets see what awaits

What is on the menu today

Away from all the dead spiders,

Why a pair of hang-gliders?

Up in the sky with this other guy

How did they know that I like to fly?

Above me he cuts, I start to dip

Around in a circle I flip

Into the canopy of trees and leaves

Hanging into the bar, don't break please

Was that supposed to be a lesson?

Good that I was fastened

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