Baby can't we play dead?
Laying in our brass bed
You know I wouldn't ever mind
Leaving all that behind
We've got a good life
I leave my shoes outside
They'd track the soil in
I'm feeling sad again
Baby can't we play dead?
Laying in our brass bed
Find me underneath the linen
Trying hard to get forgiven
Laying in our brass bed
You know I wouldn't ever mind
Leaving all that behind
We've got a good life
I leave my shoes outside
They'd track the soil in
I'm feeling sad again
Baby can't we play dead?
Laying in our brass bed
Find me underneath the linen
Trying hard to get forgiven
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