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(J. Buckley/M. Tighe)
Love, let me sleep tonight on you couch
And remember the smell of the fabric of your simple
city dress
Oh... That was so real
We walked around 'til the moon got full like a plate.
The wind blew an invocation
And I fell asleep at the gate... And I never stepped
- on - the - cracks - 'cause
- I - thought - I'd - hurt - my - mother
... And I couldn't awake from the nightmare
That sucked me in and pulled me under
Pulled me under
Oh... That was so real
I love you
But I'm afraid to love you
I love you
But I'm afraid to love you...
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