| Your mailbox is always empty
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| And your landlord always complains
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| And you try to forget your past
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| But it’s just adding to your pain
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| And it’s time for one more cigarette
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| Yes, I slept on your satin pillows
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| They felt like a second skin
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| You needn’t have looked so helpless there
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| I was the moth stuck on your pin
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| Sleeping, I am the sleeper
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| Sleeping, I am the sleeper
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| Oh it used to feel so right
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| Everything seemed new
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| I haven’t changed
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| It isn’t me that’s what’s wrong with you
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| Sleeping, I am the sleeper
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| The sun came up and you’d come back
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| The door was open wide
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| I should have slammed it in your face
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| I should have shot you in the back
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| That’s what jesus would have done
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| If satan had come
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| And looked him in the eye and said
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| «you're my kind of guy, why don’t you come away with me?
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| Come away with me»
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| Cause I love you, I love ya, I love ya — that’s what she said
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| I love ya, love ya
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| I’d rather speak to satan himself
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| I love you, I love you, I love you
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| I love you, I’m the sleeper |