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Sleep Video (MV)




Performed By: Jeremy Abbott
Length: 3:36
Written by: JEREMY CHAD ABBOTT




Jeremy Abbott - Sleep Lyrics




I like to sleep on my back you like to sleep on your side
And when our dreams go walking cross our pillows they collide
I bow and say i'm glad to meet here on the outside
I tip my top hat and then I straighten up my light blue tie

Your dress is made up in white it glows from the inside
You turn and courtesy curtly, nod and then you wink your eye
There's violet in strings that stream down from the sleek moonlight
The stars are melting leaving vapor trails in the sky

Oooh ooooh hey
I know we're dreaming
Lets just keep dreaming baby
Lets just keep dreaming baby

You like to sleep with heat up, I like to sleep with it down
Under the blankets all our dreams get tangled mixed around
I'm mixing mixers in a bar for misters missing sound
Your a fancy flapper girl fronting a band you finally found

The dancers diving dipping twisting to music it's so loud
The mobsters and henchmen waving (to moe?) for yet another round
And in the waning hours we trade a look that says were sneaking out
We'll Run away in our submarine and the papers say were never found
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I like to sleep on my back you like to sleep on your side
And when our dreams go walking cross our pillows they collide
I bow and say i'm glad to meet here on the outside
I tip my top hat and then I straighten up my light blue tie

Your dress is made up in white it glows from the inside
You turn and courtesy curtly, nod and then you wink your eye
There's violet in strings that stream down from the sleek moonlight
The stars are melting leaving vapor trails in the sky

Oooh ooooh hey
I know we're dreaming
Lets just keep dreaming baby
Lets just keep dreaming baby

You like to sleep with heat up, I like to sleep with it down
Under the blankets all our dreams get tangled mixed around
I'm mixing mixers in a bar for misters missing sound
Your a fancy flapper girl fronting a band you finally found

The dancers diving dipping twisting to music it's so loud
The mobsters and henchmen waving (to moe?) for yet another round
And in the waning hours we trade a look that says were sneaking out
We'll Run away in our submarine and the papers say were never found
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Writer: JEREMY CHAD ABBOTT
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