Good times and bad times, the love that we shared
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Now you sleep on the sofa and I don't care
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Times I'd reach for your hand and you'd always be there
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So what we can we do but divide up our books
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And our records and field all our friends' funny looks
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You take the TV and I'll take the bed or a chair
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I found an old photo from when we first met
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When I still wore your clothes and we'd just stay in bed
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On Saturdays, Sundays, and Mondays I'd skip work for you instead
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Oh love is a rock, not a straight jacket
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Love is an unmade bed
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Oh love is a rock, not a straight jacket
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Love is an unmade bed
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You and me babe, we're a vaudeville show
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All jazz hands and kisses, nobody would know
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Dying inside, but always a life and a soul
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Like brother and sister, none closer than we
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When you say that you're tired, I'm secretly relieved
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But I try to see you again
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To see you like the first time
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And sometimes I glimpse us before we were us
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Before we had bills, before we had stuff
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Before we bought suitable wine for our meals
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And bought records instead
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Oh love is a rock, not a straight jacket
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Love is an unmade bed
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Oh love is a rock, not a straight jacket
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Yeah, love is an unmade bed
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Doo doo doo
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I see you again in a year, maybe two
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At a wedding or birthday and you have moved on
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And just for a moment I choke
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Then the moment is gone
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Just for a second I'll question it
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All nostalgic and trying to hide it
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Then I'll snuff out that thought in this manner
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The issue decided
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Love Is An Unmade Bed
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Nerina Pallot |