Abby (Demo)

Gracie Abrams

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    Climb up the ivy, come through the window
    Hide from your family, here with your face close
    Tell on your brother, how he's been so cold
    I'll make you dinner, put on your headphones
    Tune out the bad news, letters from college
    You miss your best friend, she should be calling
    Just fall asleep right here on the carpet
    I'd never wake you, stay till the mornin' light

    I'm right here, fall to me, to me
    Fill your head with sweet dreams, sweet dreams
    You'd nevеr hurt a thing, nothing
    I hope you know to talk to me

    When wе were little, we shared a haircut
    Wanted to kill you, I was embarrassed
    Mothers insisted that we would grow up
    And things would be different 'cause we would be closer
    Tell me your secrets, ask every question
    My door is open 24/7
    Think you were made from somethin' in heaven
    You made me love the number eleven

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    I'm, I'm right here, fall to me, to me
    Fill your head with sweet dreams, sweet dreams
    You'd never hurt a thing, nothing
    I hope you know to talk to me, mm

    I was just thinking, do you remember
    Going to New York back in November?
    Swallowing chocolate, sharin' a king bed
    Judgin' an album, judging my boyfriend
    Isn't it funny, we're getting older
    You used to fit right up on my shoulders
    I can't believe our childhood is over
    I'm really grateful I get to know you

    I'm, I'm right here, fall to me, to me
    Fill your head with sweet dreams, sweet dreams
    You'd never hurt a thing, nothing
    I hope you know to talk to me
    I'm right here, fall to me, to me
    Fill your head with sweet dreams, sweet dreams
    You'd never hurt a thing, nothing
    I hope you know to talk to me

    Song details

    Composition: Aaron Dessner and Abrams

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