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Every couple nights or so, you know,
You pop into my dreams.
I just can't get rid of you
Like you got rid of me.
How am I supposed to make peace with the fact that you're gone if you keep turning up in my dreams, pretending to be alive?
Enough with the fuckin facade, Ben. I'm sick of it.
You pop into my dreams.
I just can't get rid of you
Like you got rid of me.
How am I supposed to make peace with the fact that you're gone if you keep turning up in my dreams, pretending to be alive?
Enough with the fuckin facade, Ben. I'm sick of it.