| You make me breakfast in bed
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| When I’m mixed up in my head
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| You wake me with a kiss
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| I could get used to this
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| You think I look the best
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| When my hair is a mess
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| I can’t believe you exist
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| I could get used to this
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| Because I know you’re too good to be true
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| I must have done something good to meet you
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| 'Cause you wrote my name across your hand
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| When I freak you understand
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| There is not a thing you miss
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| And I could get used to this
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| I’m feeling it comin' over me
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| With you it all comes naturally
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| Lost the reflex to resist
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| And I could get used to this
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| You love the songs I write
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| You like the movies I like
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| There must be some kind of twist
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| But I could get used to this
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| You kiss me listen to me when I’m depressed
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| It doesn’t seem to make you like me less
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| 'Cause you wrote my name across your hand
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| When I freak you understand
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| There is not a thing you miss
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| And I could get used to this
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| I’m feeling it comin' over me
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| With you it all comes naturally
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| Lost the reflex to resist
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| And I could get used to this
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| If there’s a dark side to you I haven’t seen it
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| Every good thing you do feels like you mean it
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| 'Cause you wrote my name across your hand
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| When I freak you understand
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| There is not a thing you miss
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| And I could get used to this
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| I’m feeling it comin' over me
|
| With you it all comes naturally
|
| Lost the reflex to resist
|
| And I could get used to this
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| 'Cause you wrote my name across your hand
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| When I freak you understand
|
| There is not a thing you miss
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| And I could get used to this
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| You make me breakfast in bed
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| When I’m mixed up in my head
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| You wake me with a kiss
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| And I could get used to this |