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Sleeping on your lap, i couldn't think of what

I would ever say if it came to that

Favor for a second dance, i think i love this way

Thinking of where we first met

Under the stars the distance was dangerous

Dreams were cars and educations

Save me now a sudden shaking

I am buried down with funeral thinking

I wonder if i was ever worth it

Keeping flavor

Sleeping never

Breathing dark air

Dressing her hair

With flowers

Our love was best in sunny hands

Our love was better 

Sleeping on your lap, i couldn't think of what

I would ever say if it came to that

Favor for a second dance, i think i love this way