| She’s reinventing loving me
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| When we’re resembling cutlery on the sofa
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| It must have been about 5:01 like my blue ripped jeans
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| And my eyes are closed and I’m way too tired
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| Hoodie still smells of the beach bonfire
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| On the sofa, where we lay
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| I wanna stay inside all day
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| And it’s cold outside again
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| And we’re both so high
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| We could fly to Berlin, Tokyo or Jamaica
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| We can go where you want, say the word and I’ll take ya
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| But I’d rather stay on the sofa, on the sofa
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| On the sofa with you
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| When the morning comes
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| We’re not watching Formula 1
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| It’s not what we breathe for
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| So kick off the day with Friends on T4
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| Two, boiled and brew
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| Two sugars ain’t too sweet for you
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| On the sofa, where we lay
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| I wanna stay inside all day
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| And it’s cold outside again
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| And we’re still so high
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| We could fly to Berlin, Tokyo or Jamaica
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| We can go where you want, say the word and I’ll take ya
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| But I’d rather stay on the sofa
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| On the sofa with you
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| And it feels like I’m flying
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| And it feels like
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| We could go to Berlin, Tokyo or Jamaica
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| Through the streets of New York, that is where I will take ya
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| Paris, Rome, to Rio, passing through Las Vegas
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| We can go where you want, say the word and I’ll take ya
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| But I’d rather stay on the sofa, on the sofa
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| On the sofa with you |