.Death is on the telephone
I lie and say she isn't home
If only he would make a move instead
He sleeps in her bed
Whoa-oh
Sleeps in her bed
Whoa-oh
I waste away my days with you
I'd rather spend them like you do
All skin and bones
But in your ey.
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