Exhibit A
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We are friends in a sleeping bag splitting the heat
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We have one filthy pillow to share and your lips are in my hair
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Someone upstairs has a rat that we laughed at
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And people are drinking
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And singing Van Halen and Slayer on a ukulele tear
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Exhibit B
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Well, we found an apartment
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It’s not much to look at
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A futon on a floor
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Torn-off desktop for a door
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All the decor's made of milk crates and duct tape
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And if we have sex
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They can hear us through the floor
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But we don’t do that anymore
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And I lay there wondering, what is the matter?
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Is this a matter of worse or of better?
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You took the blanket, so I took the bedsheet
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But I would have held you if you'd only
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Let me
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Exhibit C
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Look how quaint
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And how quiet and private
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Our paychecks have bought us a condo in town
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It's the nicest flat around
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You picked a mattress and had it delivered
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And I walked upstairs
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And the sight of it made my heart pound
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And I wrapped my arms around me
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And I stood there wondering, what is the matter?
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Is this a matter of worse or of better?
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You walked right past me and straightened the covers
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But I would still love you if you wanted a lover
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And you said
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All the money in the world
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Won't buy a bed so big and wide
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To guarantee that you won't accidentally touch me
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In the night
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Exhibit D
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Now we're both mostly paralyzed
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Don't know how long we've been lying here in fear
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Too afraid to even feel
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I find my glasses and you turn the light out
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Roll off on your side
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Like you've rolled away for years
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Holding back those king-size tears
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And I still don't ask you, what is the matter?
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Is this a matter of worse or of better?
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You take the heart failure
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I'll take the cancer
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I've long stopped wondering why you don't answer
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Exhibit E
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You can certainly see how fulfilling a life
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From the cost and size of stone of our final resting home
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We got some nice ones right under a cherry tree
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You and me lying the only way we know
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Side by side and still and cold
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And I finally ask you, what was the matter?
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Was it a matter of worse or of better?
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You stretch your arms out and finally face me
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You say I would have told you
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If you'd only asked me
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If you'd only asked me
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If you'd only asked me
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The Bed Song
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| Amanda Palmer |
