| Of all the beds I’ve made
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| This one’s the hardest to leave
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| Oh, the world is cold out there
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| Without your arms around me
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| Lying here with you
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| I don’t need no sleep
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| Oh, but when I close my eyes
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| All my dreams are sweet
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| And there’s no wrong side to get up on
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| No ghosts keeping me awake
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| Honey this love’s gonna make up
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| For all the beds I’ve made
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| Of all the beds I’ve made
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| I’ve messed up a few
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| Lives tangled up like sheets
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| All sorts of shades of blue
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| And I’ve lined them so long
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| Thought I would never move
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| But I tossed and turned around
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| And I found my way to you
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| But there’s no wrong side to get up on
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| No ghosts keeping me awake
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| Honey this love’s gonna make up
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| For all the beds I’ve made
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| Felt like a lifetime
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| Bad dreams come true
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| I’d leave it all over
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| To wake up with you
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| There’s no wrong side to get up on
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| No ghosts keeping me awake
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| Honey this love’s gonna make up
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| For all the beds I’ve made
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| Honey this love’s gonna make up
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| For all the beds I’ve made |