Oh That Funk

You can never truly know where all the spiders are at
In the corners in the daytime, on the floor in the night

But I know that you'll never go lookin' for their homes
You'll just sit in your bed with all those questions in your head

You're just an existentialist.
I'm such an existentialist.
(Must we all?) We must all be existentialists.
Or we must all be stupid, crazy, or dead.

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