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One, two, three, four She said that she watched him die on FaceTime It all took about three days No, they wouldn't let her keep the bed sheets Folded hospital corners Like a leech to feed on tenderness Like a PVC divide Like a concrete backyard caving in And from the lowest rung you climb Spent forty-four minutes on the telephone Weeping in gratitude That they were first to let you go Before you knew you had to lose Like a leech to feed on tenderness Like a PVC divide Like a concrete backyard, caving in And from the lowest rung you climb Went to his room I told him the news He said he didn't mind I'm used to it Letras de cancionesIs it bad? Yeah, it's bad, it's bad How long? How long? How long? How long? How long? How long? It was written for me It was written for me It was written for me Went to his room I told him the news He said he didn't mind I'm used to it Is it bad? Yeah, it's bad How long? How long? How long? How long? I was wrong How long? It was written for me From Letras Mania