the static of waking up beside you
When Summer sings me to sleep,
I roll over to the waking dead.
Just before I can catch
my breath, you whisper heavily
in my ear, urging me to dream.
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the static of waking up beside you
When Summer sings me to sleep, I roll over to the waking dead. Just before I can catch my breath, you whisper heavily in my ear, urging me to dream.
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