The weeks slip by
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An uneventful day
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And so I'll sit myself down and write to you
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Of a time we shared way back
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But please don't listen
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To what I say
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Because I can't distract myself from memories
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To be honest about them today
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And by now you should know
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About this habit of mine
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Where rose-tinting all of my memories
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Is my favourite pastime
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And oh I fear
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You don't deserve this
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To be the victim of my fantasies
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When it occurs to me to reminisce
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My dear, what's this?
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Here we go again
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Postcard memories and Polaroids
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We look so happy then
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So in this image
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I might indulge
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But you need not worry about me, m'dear
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I've got my own world
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And by now you should know
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About this habit of mine
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Where rose-tinting all of my memories
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Is my favourite pastime
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And oh I fear
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You don't deserve this
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To be the victim of my fantasies
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When it occurs to me to reminisce
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Rose Tint
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Lulu And The Lampshades |