love to stay the night all day,
my only kind of poor heart,
never makes me pass the time,
a good life press or pray,
though my ticket lasts only til noon,
but tonight, the covers stay cold,
a stranger tried to keep you,
is there any body left on the moon,
you came down like a stone,
can still hear the whistle blowing,
make over, hung over, the last time i ever want to love you,
it suits me lady,
if there's anyone left outside your room,
i'd be letting go too soon,
keep you dying here on my own.
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