i've nothing special to say
i've nothing special to do
spent half of your life lying in bed
and the other half lying on your head
''true love waits'' but what if she just hate clocks?
we fool ourselves to make our way out of the rocks
you look so much better with the courtains close
and hiding under the sheets
no more with walls
no more silent through the sky
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