She’d always make her way
To my side of the bed
Slowly bit by bit until
There was nowhere else
For me to go and I swear
I could see her smiling in her sleep
So proud to have me trapped
Between a rock and a soft place
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She’d always make her way
To my side of the bed
Slowly bit by bit until
There was nowhere else
For me to go and I swear
I could see her smiling in her sleep
So proud to have me trapped
Between a rock and a soft place

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