Memories. Memories. Memories.
Everywhere I look all I see is memories.
Memories of us.
Memories of us during the day and night.
One of us together and another outta sight.
One's of us in love
and one's of us in self independence.
Memories. Memories. Memories.
Everywhere I look is where our memories lay.
To kiss you in one,
hide up high in another, lay you low,
below to the nonsense, and blush upon another.
In a compliment, in times of fear.
We run, we hide we find and play aside.
Memories. Memories.
Memories of us everywhere I look is US.
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