1. Every morning,
I find it’s hard to say goodbye to you, goodbye to you. Goodbye to you now.

Cry and run away...
It’s a strange force you pull me in, you pull me in, you pull me in. How?

She’s my bed habit that I gotta have it.
Our addiction and it comes in circle.
I can’t tame no more.

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You leave me on the floor.
Can’t pick myself up no more.

2. Far away and far from home,
where I can’t feel your touch,
maybe we have enough...

Someone else could fulfill
the absence of your grasp
Who am I trying to fool? I’m a fool.

Please grieve me at the door...
Would I just let myself go?