Satin Sheets in Liverpool
Walking down a dark and empty corridor,
I listen to every creak, click, and breath.
Looking forward, pretending no one is there.
I stop at the door, and turn on the lights,
Making sure my room is empty.
Where Dreams Are Dreamt.
Walking down a dark and empty corridor,
I listen to every creak, click, and breath.
Looking forward, pretending no one is there.
I stop at the door, and turn on the lights,
Making sure my room is empty.
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