And it happens all the time
All the cards begin to stack up
Twisting heartache into fine, little pieces that avoid an awful crime
But it's you I can't deny
Dull heat rises from the sheets
I'm both a patient
(Am I coming?)
But double standardized suspicion is remedied
Oh, My Blue Heaven
Sometimes it just feels better to give in
(Sometimes it just feels better to give in)
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