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on the edge

Half naked on the edge of the bed

All dreams and hopes seem hollow,

I would like to dress in red

But all my clothes are narrow.

I’m sitting there and don’t know why

It all looks damp and gray,

And all I do is being sly

About the things I say.

Nobody knows how long it’s been

Since you’ve been gone away,

The people curse and deem they say

But some of them do pray.

They pray for me to find a way

They pray for you as well,

I only hope you’ll come today

To break this harmful shell.

Cos everything I said I’ll do

If you were here today,

Is lay beside you like a prude

And dream the dream away.