I Remember

Album: I Remember (2016)
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  • (Crying, leave, goodbye, leave, leave)
    (Crying, leave, goodbye, leave, leave)
    (Crying, leave, goodbye, leave, leave)
    (Crying, leave, goodbye)

    In the firebreak, in the vaults
    Lost memories get old
    Tiny love left unsaid
    Like grains of sand left in my bed

    I've been trying, oh
    Dancing away the dead gone days
    I've been flying, oh
    The moment that I see your face

    I remember, I remember, I remember goodbye
    Insulted brain running from your eyes
    I remember, I remember, I remember the fights
    Burning deep into the night

    I remember, I remember, I remember your scent
    When I just woke up and I'm on your chest
    I remember, I remember, I remember the sound
    Of your heart racing when you do bad things to me
    I wanna feel like it's the first night
    I wanna meet you for the first time
    I remember, I remember, I remember your smile
    When your face lit up and it felt so right

    (Crying, leave, goodbye, leave, leave)
    (Crying, leave, goodbye, leave, leave)
    (Crying, leave, goodbye, leave, leave)
    (Crying, leave, goodbye)

    I couldn't sense a trap
    A special moment or a slap
    Tiny love will attack
    As it gets bigger behind your back

    I've been trying, oh
    Dancing away the dead gone days
    I've been flying, oh
    The moment that I see your face

    I remember, I remember, I remember goodbye
    Insulted brain running from your eyes
    I remember, I remember, I remember the fights
    Burning deep into the night

    I remember, I remember, I remember your scent
    When I just woke up and I'm on your chest
    I remember, I remember, I remember the sound
    Of your heart racing when you do bad things to me
    I wanna feel like it's the first night
    I wanna meet you for the first time
    I remember, I remember, I remember your smile
    When your face lit up and it felt so right

    (Crying, leave, goodbye, leave, leave)
    (Crying, leave, goodbye, leave, leave)
    (Crying, leave, goodbye, leave, leave)
    (Crying, leave, goodbye)

    I remember
    I remember
    I remember
    I remember
    I remember
    I remember

    I remember, I remember, I remember your scent
    When I just woke up and I'm on your chest
    I remember, I remember, I remember the sound
    Of your heart racing when you do bad things to me
    I wanna feel like it's the first night
    I wanna meet you for the first time
    I remember, I remember, I remember your smile
    When your face lit up and it felt so right

    (Crying, leave, goodbye, leave, leave)
    (Crying, leave, goodbye, leave, leave)
    (Crying, leave, goodbye, leave, leave)
    (Crying, leave, goodbye) Writer/s: ALUNA DEWIJ FRANCIS, CASS LOWE, GEORGE EDWARD REID
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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