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You cool your bed-warm hands down
on the broken radiator,
And when you laid them freezin' on me,
A mumble can you wake me later.
But I don't really want you to stop,
And you know it so it doesn't stop you,
And runs you hands from my neck to my chest.
Crack the shutters open wide I want to bathe you in the light of day,
And just watch you as the rays tangle up around you face and body.
I could sit for hours finding new ways to be odd each minute,
Cause the daylight seems to want you just as much as I want you.
It's been minutes it's been days.
It's been all I will remember,
Happy lost in your hair
And the cold side of the pillow
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Your hills and valleys,
are mapped by my intrepid fingers;
And in a naked slumber, I dream of this again.
Crack the shutters open wide I want to bathe you in the light of day,
And just watch you as the rays tangle up around you face and body.
I could sit for hours finding new ways to be odd each minute,
Cause the daylight seems to want you just as much as I want you.
Crack the shutters open wide I want to bathe you in the light of day,
And just watch you as the rays tangle up around you face and body.
I could sit for hours finding new ways to be odd each minute,
Cause the daylight seems to want you just as much as I want you.
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