As I lay awake in bed one winter night,
I remembered those mornings
I woke up with my left shoulder,
Sore from the head which hadn't move an inch,
Her hair across her face.
Now I wake up some mornings,
Thinking about one of those mornings.
I remembered those mornings
I woke up with my left shoulder,
Sore from the head which hadn't move an inch,
Her hair across her face.
Now I wake up some mornings,
Thinking about one of those mornings.
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