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The color of the morning air |
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The sound of silent stares |
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Perfect spirals in your hair |
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My pillow smells just like your skin |
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You tilt your head towards mine |
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Open slow |
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Your pretty eyes |
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Then to my surprise you set my lips on fire |
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And I am torn |
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Said I I I am torn |
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And I I I |
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I am torn by your smile as you pull away |
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As you pull away |
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Yeah I have the sweetest dreams right next to you |
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Like nothing exists at all outside this room |
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Yeah The sweetest dreams are next to you ' |
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Cause I don't even have to close my eyes |
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The color of the morning air |
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The sound of silent stares |
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Perfect spirals in your hair |
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My pillow smells just like your skin |
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And I'm thinking that |
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I have the sweetest dreams right next to you |
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Like nothing exists at all outside this room |
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Yeah The sweetest dreams are next to you ' |
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Cause I don't even have to close my eyes |
