You look so defeated lying there
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In your new twin sized bed
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With a single pillow
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Underneath your single head
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I guess you decided that that old queen
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Was more space than you would need
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And now it's in the alley behind your apartment
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With a sign that says it's free
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And I hope you have more luck with this than me
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You used to think that someone
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Would come along
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And lay beside you in the space
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That they belong
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But the other side of the mattress
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And box spring stayed like new
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And what's the point of holding onto
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What never gets used?
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Other than a sick desire for self-abuse
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And I try not to worry
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But you've got me terrified
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It's like you're in some kind of hurry
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To say goodbye
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To say goodbye
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To say goodbye
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You look so defeated lying there
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In your new twin sized bed
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You look so defeated lying there
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In your new twin sized bed
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Your New Twin Size Bed
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| Death Cab For Cutie |
