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Sheets

Is he still coming around like an injured bird needing a nest?
A place to rest his head in a song you’ll regret
Lord knows I don’t want to compete
But I still sleep in the very sheets he’s been in

Swallow him whole like a pill that makes you choke and stills your soul
You have the nerve to look me in the eyes and lie
Send him back
I wont share the trap that you have me in

Is he still coming around like an injured bird needing a nest?
A place to rest his head in a song you’ll regret
Still you take him
Lord knows I don’t want to compete
But I still sleep in the very sheets he’s been in

Swallow him whole like a pill that makes you choke and stills your soul
You have the nerve to look me in the eyes and lie
Send him back
I wont share the trap that you have me in

(Still you sleep in the very sheets he’s been in)

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