i listened to this song a lot earlier this summer. i adore these few lines-
the dishwashers dream by marah
I awoke to the sound of Monique calling out from her nightmarish side of our bed...
As I reached out to touch her sweet head
And as the sweat on her face found a new resting place
On the tip of my fingers I leaned
Into her ear and told her no fear
those last three lines...
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