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And this is, the silence I beg for
Space, a mellow sadness, causes
Absences, affections
I never asked you for this.
Why would I still receive it?
You’re holding it against me.
You’re holding it against me, why?
What choice do I have
When all I have is you?
And just like that
I have nothing to prove.
Oh, whatever will I do
Whatever will I do with you?
Trace, all these changes, in reverse
I make advances, flawless, tasteless
Cobwebs, angels we converse with
On your mattress, in your blankets
I can’t let this happen
Oh, whatever will I do
Whatever will I do without you?
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