And how is it you were once mine?
Like red bled out of darkening skies
You were never satisfied with me
No, you were never satisfied
Everytime you're sure
That you don't come on anymore
Lying on the floor
Hardwood that you don't walk on anymore
Oh the crying shame
That you don't come home anymore
Anymore, anymore
You are the sweestest thing
Left in my suffering
You are the sweetest thing there is.
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