Sunday, July 12, 2009

When you walked in on me last night,
I was in a bad shape.
in bad, bad shape.
I made a reach for the lights,
but they were too far away,
and I could barely stay awake.

You set the room a-spin.
The room was spinnin'.

And when you walked out on me last night,
you left me in bad shape.
in bad, bad shape.
You never even turned the lights off.
You just left me in your wake.
You just left me at my wake.

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