I can't stop thinking about how nice it would be
To be bothered by your breath reclaiming mine
To be bothered by your breath reclaiming mine
To wake up in the morning half dead to you
Unable to find a place to rest your arms
I can't move 'cos he's comfortable there
His legs tangled in mine
Hands tangled in hair
I can't move 'cos he's comfortable there
I can't stop thinking about how nice it would be
To be bothered by your breath reclaiming mine
To wake up in the morning half dead to you
Unable to find a place to rest your arms
I can't move 'cos he's comfortable there
His legs tangled in mine
Hands tangled in hair
I can't move 'cos he's comfortable there
I can't move 'cos he's comfortable there
His legs tangled in mine
Hands tangled in hair
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