As if I were dead
Sleeping in bed I lay my handsAs if I were deadAcross my heart
But the blood leaves my hands They become prickly and whiteSo I lay on my sideAnd sleep yet one more night
Sleeping in bed I lay my handsAs if I were deadAcross my heart
But the blood leaves my hands They become prickly and whiteSo I lay on my sideAnd sleep yet one more night
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