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When Morning Comes.
You manipulate my hands
I'll take care of your body
We aren't doing this because we care about each other
It's just something to pass time
And to temporarily fill that empty space
In which we used to store our hopeless flings
and romantic things
That all wasted away.
They were all a waste of time and space
I like this better
I don't even know your name
But you can see my bed
Don't confide in me
Because I'll be sure to leave you in the morning.
