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Sittin' here wishing on a cement floor |
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Just wishin' that I had just something you wore |
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I put it on when I go lonely |
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Will you take off your dress and send it to me? |
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I miss your kissin' and I miss your head |
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And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead |
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Just run outside in the desert heat |
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Make your dress all wet and send it to me |
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I miss your soup and I miss your bread |
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And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead |
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So spill your breakfast and drip your wine |
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Just wear that dress when you dine |
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D A V I D |
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Sittin' here wishing on a cement floor |
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Just wishin' that I had just something you wore |
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So bloody your hands on a cactus tree |
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Wipe it on your dress and send it to me |
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Sittin' here wishing on a cement floor |
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Just wishing that I had just something you wore |
