You get in
You get done
And then you get gone
You never leave a trace or show your face
You get gone
Should have turned around
And left before the sun came up again
But the sun came up again
Enter the morning light
To find the day is burning the curtains and the wine
In a little white room
No, I'm not alone
Her head is heavy on me
She's sleeping like a child
What could I do?
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