Sometimes I lay in bed thinking about where everything went wrong, as you grab my waist and sing me a song, then slam the door cursing at God, how can something so beautiful turn so black, one day you're here with me, the next gone

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Sometimes I lay in bed thinking about where everything went wrong, as you grab my waist and sing me a song, then slam the door cursing at God, how can something so beautiful turn so black, one day you're here with me, the next gone