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I dreamt about you nearly every night this week
cause there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow
and I play it on repeat;
until I fall asleep.
Do I wanna know if this feeling flows both ways?
Sad to see you go,
sort of hoping that you'd stay.
Baby we both know,
that the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day.
Crawling back to you.
Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?
cause I always do.
Maybe I'm too busy beeing yours to fall for somebody new.
-arctic monkeys