"I remember making love on a Sunday
like throwing hearts in a fresh cut grass in May
I remember making out on the airplane
Still afraid of flying, but with you I'd die today
I remember the smell of your skin forever
Love us being stupid together
You're stuck in my mind
all the time
I remember Monday making our lives gray
Still don't know what it is that I said woah
I remember thinking this would never end
Even when you're gone your eyes running through my head
You're stuck..."
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