| See when your darling greets you with the tears streaming down their face
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| Getting on their knees, I miss you, well we all die anyways
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| So what’s the bad with being alone, while we’re living
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| Why the sorrow and the groan, of curling up with a stuffy
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| That lives long after you do, named my bundles of cotton
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| Piggy Tishan and Bunny Rose
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| They wait for me to come home, home, home
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| To lie upon my throne, throne, throne
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| They wait for me to come home, home, home
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| To lie upon my throne, throne, throne
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| I don’t really want to give myself again
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| The act of being naked in front of a friend
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| See when their eyes digress from their softer pure place
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| Their smile taking form from the thirstiness, they so often hid away
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| So what’s the bad with being alone, while we’re living
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| I don’t want to aimlessly throw, my love around like it’s nothing
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| Maybe I could just have a dog, whose fur is soft like the sunshine
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| I’ll name him Lanion Leon Snow
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| He waits for me to come home, home, home
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| To lie upon my throne, throne, throne
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| They wait for me to come home, home, home
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| To lie upon my throne, throne, throne |