When You're Gone
You would like to think you matter
that the world would be a little sadder
when you're gone
rest your eyes love and go to bed
the sheets are warm and you are cold
you imagine flowers and red bouquets
laughter among the young and old
when you're gone
rest your eyes and come back to bed
the sheets are cold and you are warm
I imagine life would be infinitely dull
filled with greys where once was blues
when you're gone
so close your eyes and lay with me
the sheets are cold and so are you
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