| Hunger and the lights are off, honey
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| Trying to find my head
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| Don’t recall laying down
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| In this black bed
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| Cold toes on the cold floor
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| Cold toes on the cold floor
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| Feeling up the wall to find a light switch
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| Like a mime, surprised
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| What glows in the dark
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| A zipper’s broken spine
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| Cold toes on the cold floor
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| Cold toes on the cold floor
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| Cold toes on the cold floor
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| Cold toes on the cold floor
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| I am not alone
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| All my doves have flown
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| It’s a classic mix-up, baby
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| An honest mistake
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| A girl I used know, maybe
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| Another face on the street
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| She said to say hello to you soon and
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| I awake from my dream state
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| Cold toes on the cold floor
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| Cold toes on the cold floor
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| Alright
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| I’ll take out the garbage
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| I will squeeze your juice
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| So glad to be making
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| Scrambled eggs with you
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| Cold toes on the cold floor
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| Cold toes on the cold floor, one more
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| Cold toes on the cold floor
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| Cold toes on the cold floor
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| I am not alone
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| All my doves have flown |