Текст песни Ange Boxall - Writing Letters In My Sleep

Writing letters in my sleep
Promises I can't keep
Too tired to weep
Writing letters in my sleep

The words were beautifully formed
Least that's what I thought at 3am
Some times they go on and on
Some times I think they'll never end
I go into la la land
But forget to count the sheep
Others I keep them brief
To the point, short and sweet

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My Dear friend John
I know it's been way too long
I keep meaning to call
But I feel as though I'll say something wrong
The last time we caught up
I felt so incomplete
But I don't want to turn up the heat
'cause we're moving to a different beat

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Now they're lost somewhere
Amongst the sheets of my bed
And as I sit with a pen and a paper
I wonder what I'd say now instead