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This Bed

๐Ÿ‘ค Horse Feathers โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Thistled Spring โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:34
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โฑ๏ธ 3:34 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Bit by bit, and piece by piece it's adding up.
The one I love loves me the least.
A growing need for apologies, but when I'm wrong I'm weak in the knees.
It's better now you don't come back to me, let it be known I'm a liar and a thief.
What I stole is in what I've said.
It's a shame our books been closed because it's words have been bled.
Inch by inch, a foot to feet, a growing gap, and the miles between.
A single lie becomes a beast.
It's adding up, the one I love loves me the least.
Breathing deep, lying awake too alone to sleep.
It's in my mind and in my head.
There's a certain type of cold that lives in this bed.

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