He lost his lighter in my room and when I mumbled something about glass slippers he didn’t get it but that’s alright my bed doesn’t smell the same as it did yesterday I don’t feel the same I forgot to eat all day no wonder I miss my record player my friend’s laughs he kissed me goodnight he kissed me a thousand goodnights and it was nice but maybe there’s someone across the ocean I’d rather be kissing who knows I don’t know but I could cry and cry and cry and still feel just as empty as I do with those long arms around me I can’t help it that I’ve learned to be
cold. 

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