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I like to lay next to you, and play with your ear-

And admire it’s funny shape-

And listen to you talk about,

Your crazy sister,

your depressed mother.

While I rest my chin on your colar bone

But this isn’t home-

I know, I know.

About how you can’t love me,

So instead, you simply hold me tight

When morning comes,

I go, I go.