and eye was like 13 and it was a Sunday morning eye think and eye think both my parents were still asleep eye remember eye was gonna play sick so eye wouldn't have to go to church that day (don't stop) (don't stop) and eye turned over and there he was (my beloved) (my beloved) holding a pillow he smelled of sweat & regret and he said .... shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh -- Lyrics from: tru_blu_ca@hotmail.com
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