Tell me baby, When I'm gone
will you fight to hold on
or will someone else be sleeping on my side of our bed?
Baby, when I'm gone
Will you fight and be strong
or will you erase all the things I ever said?
You know sweet aint the word for me
and neither it is for you.
Your words burn and you see
this bed wasn't made for two.
I love you, but if we are the same,
then who is the one to blame?
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