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I can't stop thinking about how nice it would be To be bothered by your breath reclaiming mine To wake up in the morning half dead to you Unable to find a place to rest your arms I can't move 'cos he's comfortable there His legs tangled in mine Hands tangled in hair I can't move 'cos he's comfortable there I can't stop thinking about how nice it would be To be bothered by your breath reclaiming mine To wake up in the morning half dead to you Unable to find a place to rest your arms I can't move 'cos he's comfortable there His legs tangled in mine Hands tangled in hair I can't move 'cos he's comfortable there I can't move 'cos he's comfortable there His legs tangled in mine Hands tangled in hair