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Midnight heat in this porcelain room, in this porcelain room

I'm spinning through the darkness searching for your perfume

My heel is getting frayed, I'm losing all my grip

Every cotton brother here is making me slip

Was it the gym floor or the gravel on the street?

Why would you let the world divide a perfect pair of feet?

Oh, where is the mate to my soul?

Where is the mate to my soul?

We were a rhythm, a singular whole

Now I'm just lying here in a pile of gray

Waiting for the dawn, waiting for the day

Don't leave me sagging at the ankle, baby

You know, this cold tile is driving me crazy, driving me crazy

I remember the heat of that left shoe, remember the heat

Every step we took, I was sticking close to you

Now I'm tangled in denim and a fuzzy wool blend

Lord, I didn't think our journey had to end

Is the dryer vent?

Is it a hole in the floor?

Did you find a fancy silk that you wanted more?

You wanted more

Oh, where is the mate to my soul?

Where is the mate to my soul?

We were a rhythm, a singular whole

Now I'm just lying here in a pile of gray

Waiting for the dawn, waiting for the day

Don't leave me sagging at the ankle, baby

You know, this cold tile is driving me crazy, driving me crazy

I'm fraying at the top

I'm losing all my elastic

This separation is becoming way too drastic

I don't wanna be a puppet on a hand

I just wanna walk the path that we both planned

Don't you leave me single, baby

Searching for you, searching in the lint trap, baby

Just one more time, ooh

I'm sagging, you know I'm sagging in the lint trap, baby

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