| With a single pillow underneath your single head
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| I guess you decided that that old queen
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| Was more space than you would need
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| Now it’s in the alley behind your apartment
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| With a sign that says «It's free»
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| But I hope you have more luck with this than me
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| You used to think that someone would come along
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| And lay beside you in a space that they belong
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| But the other side of the mattress and box springs stayed like new
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| What’s the point of holding onto what never gets used?
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| Other than a sick desire for self-abuse
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| And I try not to worry
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| But you’ve got me terrified
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| It’s like you’re in some kind of hurry
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| To say goodbye, to say goodbye, to say goodbye
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| You look so defeated, lying there in your new twin size bed
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| You look so defeated, lying there in your new twin size bed |