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I have a spare bed here It's warm, and it's clean And I will lay it in for you If that is what you want from me And are we dying Or are we dead Cause I haven't felt you And I cannot lose again You've never held me It's a jumble of mirth I pull you towards me As if you were the first As if you'd given birth Like I'm some kind of widow Oh, you're speaking French I don't hear your name due to accents I saw you in him and I saw him in the blankets Oh, my soul is split I tell everyone not to do it Who needs to? Come on, who needs to Oh, split, renewed And you burn for me But you won't call me back, purgatory Oh, so distracted Burdened but still scared of happiness Should I let it go Will I be dry How can I know I mumble like he would And I try not to scratch And I will keep on moving out Yeah it hurts, but that is that But when I feel your fervors So much is erased And I think that we're fine But love is replaced This is far beyond what I thought I was still made of Do you get like this Not unhappy, not quite desperate Getting tender now Whisper to me about libraries Remember what I read Will we die Will we die Are we dead And we'll live a we(ea)k dream And be infinite And when it all ends We'll call it an accident