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Bleak future
Lying in bed with your man
It turns and it burns
The feeling of someone who's not there
He calls you
All in your head, all in his head
He reached for you
Naming you by an old name
His sons, your son
All want the best to come, not yet
Lying in bed with your man
It turns and it burns
The feeling of someone who's not there
He calls you
All in your head, all in his head
He reached for you
Naming you by an old name
His sons, your son
All want the best to come, not yet
Published 27th Jul 2019
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