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Nov 2013
I'm in my bed
I wish I was in yours

I'm wearing my old sweatshirt
I wish I was wearing yours

I'm under my covers
I wish I was under yours

I'm eating my chips
I wish I was eating yours

So you see, my problem
Is the absence of you
And how you could make hell my home

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me gs  Wisco
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