I love watching you dead to the world
I'd like to ask you: what's the good word?
I wonder if after waking up you are too confused
Making love in the morning is always refused
Why not bury offenses and misunderstanding?
If there's love left, let's give good starting
I hate you leaving me alone with misery and pain
I'd never do that, it's right as rain
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