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Now I know that nothing's get me highScorched the land to find a manEven lost the will to liePlucked out every arteryLeft my heart to dieI made my bedSo I can lie on itSo I can cry on itNow I'm wondering whyI made this bedCameras hidden in my ceiling fanExcuse me but where was you, godThat long hot afternoonDrag my head across the floorNow I'm living deadAnd I made my bedSo I can sleep on itSo I can weep on itNow I'm wondering whyI made this bedAnd the cold dew's stingingThere's vultures singingLetras de cancionesI caught a vision of my deathBut there isOne sweet poison I'm immune toDon't wake meCause my dreaming's seeming trueI made my bedSo I can lie on itSo I can cry on itNow I'm wondering whyI made this bedSo I can sleep on itSo I can weep on itNow I'm wondering whyI made this bed From Letras Mania