If I ever find a room that smells like you,
I will sit facing that dented mirror,
Prop the pillow to sleep with your hand on my head,
And make it my home.
I promise you, I will.
As long as you tell me that you'll never come back.
I will sit facing that dented mirror,
Prop the pillow to sleep with your hand on my head,
And make it my home.
I promise you, I will.
As long as you tell me that you'll never come back.
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