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
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I
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I am torn
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And I
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I
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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
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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
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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 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
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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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Morning Air
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| Jason Reeves |
