The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but its so true
I know its not right, but it seems unfair
That the things are reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if for only one weekend
The first time that you introduced me to your friends,
and you could tell that i was nervous,
so you held my hand.
so i lost the song in my heart,
and the colour in my soul,
but i'm happy,
isn't that what matters?
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