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This is the life I've always wanted It won't be long before I'm long forgotten When I get home, will you still be on the clock? One of us is always leaving We're never together unless I'm dreaming When I get home, will you take the weekend off? We're cursed with awful timing So if I don't pick up the phone You can always find me At home in bed alone Disappointed without you hear for me to hold My life's the space between these sheets Vacant and cold We're cursed with awful timing So if I don't pick up the phone You can always find me At home in bed alone We're cursed to always be apart Cursed to always sleep alone I'll let you sleep with all the covers If it means not sleeping alone From Letras Mania