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There's no such thing as good grief Haven't eaten in three weeks Skin and bones when you're not near me Almost skeleton and melody There's no such thing as good grief Sleep with you in a sex dream And I'm pretty sure you don't miss the way I put all my demons on display to your pretty music One more time, play me something, I won't sing I'll be quiet, play me something One more time, I'm listening There's no such thing as good grief Took two months to pack up your things But I left a box at your parents' house Don't know whether to feel sad or proud One more time, play me something, I won't sing I'll be quiet, play me something One more time, I'm listening From Letras Mania