| I have this dream about Charli XCX
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| Finding her way to me on a train
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| From the London Eye to the Big Ben
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| She knows who I am
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| She’s studied my prose
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| She’s read all of my texts
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| I die like 15 times inside just watching her undress
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| She grows like my mother with the same warm brow
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| Like childhood holidays gone
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| I say something weightless
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| Like where the hell do you fall from?
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| But she understands me
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| Looks at me with wide eyes like she’s found god again
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| She’s in soft focus all around me
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| I can’t see the football game
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| On my dad’s sofa
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| We are still
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| And we never look at our phones anymore
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| I can’t think of anything better
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| Than your hand on my sweater
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| Tell me please am I the boyfriend you need
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| I shouldn’t have wrote you that letter
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| Believe me I’ll try to do better
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| Oh tell me Charli please
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| Screams
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| I should not have wrote you that letter
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| Believe me I’ll try to be better
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| Where it means
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| Charli
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| In dreams
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| Screams
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| Oh Charli
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| My bed sheets are wet
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| Oh Charli
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| I pray to forget
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| In dreams my face is still in your chest
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| Oh your generous loan to me
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| Your crippling interest
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| My bed sheets are wet
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| Oh Charli
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| I pray to forget
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| In dreams my face is still in your chest
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| Oh your generous loan to me
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| Your crippling interest |