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Cold Bed
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The cold tonight seems more anxious to talk
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than he has seemed in nights before
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skinless face and yellow heart, he
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hesitates and I wait
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All my stories are about the same things
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I find so many beds for them
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I find this package of tiny lamps
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and it makes a firey ring
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Right now is the reason I carry this jewel
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everywhere round my neck
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I keep it close but still outside
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this is my explanation
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All my stories are about the same things
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I find so many beds for them
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I find this package of tiny lamps
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and it makes a firey ring
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A box of love and sex and reflection
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its got my face and hands
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the lonely is yellow and old
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watch the cold around my bed
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All my stories are about the same things
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I find so many beds for them
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I find this package of tiny lamps
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and it makes a firey ring
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Cold Bed
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