I'm bottling up your soft, dream-like scent 
In my head for the ride home 
I've been searching with [bad word] limbs 
For ways to get me going 
For ways to get me going 

To give me confidence to stare 
And observe the world 
To give me confidence to stare 

If I could sleep forever 
Would you still be in my dreams? 
If I could sleep forever 
Would you still be in my dreams? 
If I could sleep forever 
Would you still be in my dreams? 
If I could sleep forever 
Would you still be in my dreams? 

Under the covers 
Under the covers 
Under the covers 
Under the covers

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