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Lady Relief
I lost You once again
The 1950's bumped into my door
like a drunk soldier
The red shade on the fabric
never stood for me but for whom
I was supposed to fake
The land of white clones
They don't even want to push me out of here
It's easier to play with hope
It's easier to make You cheat on me
so that I walk away without being touched
Oh Relief, the Lady with no pillow
You left me once again