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Sometimes I find myself sitting back and reminiscing
Especially when I have to watch other people kissing
And I remember when you started calling me your Mrs
All the play fighting, all the flirtatious disses
I’d tell you sad stories about my childhood
I dunno why I trusted you but I just knew that I could
We’d spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt
Dreams, dreams of when we had just started things
Dreams of you and me
It seems, it seems
That I can’t shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too
Drinking tea in bed, watching DVD’s
When I discovered all your dirty, grotty magazines
You’d take me out shopping, and all we’d buy is trainers
As if we ever needed anything to entertain us
The first time that you introduced me to your friends
And you could that tell I was nervous, so you held my hand
When I was feeling down, you’d make that face you do
There’s no-one in the world who could replace you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if only for one weekend
So come on, tell me, is this the end?
Especially when I have to watch other people kissing
And I remember when you started calling me your Mrs
All the play fighting, all the flirtatious disses
I’d tell you sad stories about my childhood
I dunno why I trusted you but I just knew that I could
We’d spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt
Dreams, dreams of when we had just started things
Dreams of you and me
It seems, it seems
That I can’t shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too
Drinking tea in bed, watching DVD’s
When I discovered all your dirty, grotty magazines
You’d take me out shopping, and all we’d buy is trainers
As if we ever needed anything to entertain us
The first time that you introduced me to your friends
And you could that tell I was nervous, so you held my hand
When I was feeling down, you’d make that face you do
There’s no-one in the world who could replace you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if only for one weekend
So come on, tell me, is this the end?
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