| Your room was square
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| I once noticed from there
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| In your bed, as you slept
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| And I held my breath
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| Everything had its own place
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| And I wondered what space would I take
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| In the order you kept
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| I tried to eat like your girlfriend
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| Just tea, in the night I’d end up
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| Too hungry to sleep
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| So lying awake, I would follow the aching inside
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| I would find
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| It’s for you won’t be mine
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| I tried my hardest, for I’d never learned
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| God’s very simple and love shouldn’t burn
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| And I would’ve offered you all that you yearned for
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| But I was still waiting for something to earn
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| What is that quiet of snow in the night?
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| The dark rings with white noise
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| As you stand and drown
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| Maybe it’s all of these snowflakes, screaming
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| A choir of mute
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| As they brace for the ground
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| Well, that’s my ride
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| Hope you had a good night
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| You know, you made me happy
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| Here, shake my hand
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| You make such a good man
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| Never once did you know me
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| I tried my hardest, for how do you learn
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| God’s very simple and love doesn’t burn
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| And maybe you’d offered me all that I yearned for
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| But I was still waiting for something to earn
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| Silly me, waiting |