| Cause it’s so easy to fall back to the memory of
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| And it’s easy to recall the good and fall into place
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| But you’re not easy to love
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| I love the memory of…
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| I remember your face, I remember your way
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| I remember you now
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| Part of my existence
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| I remember your face
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| You came in and got me
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| All in a day
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| Yeah, all in a day
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| I remember your lips
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| Do you remember the taste?
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| Remember family names
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| Your child, my child, our child
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| Whitley and Dwayne
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| Different to my world now
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| Remember the ways
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| You gripped my hips so tight now?
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| Slow up the pace
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| Maybe erase, don’t remember my waist
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| Cause it’s so easy to fall back to the memory of
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| And it’s easy to recall the good and fall into place
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| But you’re not easy to love
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| I love the memory of…
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| I remember your face, I remember your way
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| How could I forget?
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| A ballad was born upon a demo of a fly love song
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| Didn’t take long before the archer with the wings heard it
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| Shot us in the heart with a contract, he knew we were a hit
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| The right amount of soul with a parallel amount of grit
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| But the archer couldn’t see the target of departure
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| Gave in your pink slip and called it quits
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| It’s understood you would
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| Label me the mate who wronged you
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| Cause I kept wanting to feature
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| With them other females on they songs too
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| Your words spoken in mono for monogamy
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| Telling me I had to go cause I chose
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| Stereo for stereotypical male biology
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| And now I’m left setting traps
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| For you to fall in for me again
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| Who hates you to tell me
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| «Slow up the pace, maybe erase, don’t…»
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| Slow up the pace
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| Maybe erase, don’t remember my waist
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| Cause it’s so easy to fall back to the memory of
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| And it’s easy to recall the good and fall into place
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| But you’re not easy to love
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| I love the memory of…
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| Our last trip to Vegas had me feeling like we had a chance
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| But chance just showed up at the wedding
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| I guess I didn’t read the heading
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| «Forgivin' won’t erase the bitter past»
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| But I ain’t up for kissing ass
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| I bought you everything your pretty feet could fit in
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| Put you behind the finest steering wheels
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| Fearing you would drive a nigga crazy
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| Told you grow up, but shit, you was my baby
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| Bits and pieces never made nothing decent
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| When I accommodated you, you played me like a stranger
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| I remember you now (Accountability is major)
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| A part of what I did then
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| Remember your face
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| Just don’t let me trip over memory lane
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| Cause time can’t be replaced
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| And I don’t want to stay
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| Cause, oh, it’s so easy to fall back to the memory of
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| And it’s so dah-dah-dee-dah
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| Dah-dah-dah-dah-dee-dah
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| It’s so easy to fall
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| In dah-dah-dah-dah-dee-dah
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| Remember your way
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| Remember your way
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| It’s De La featuring Estelle
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| With the Soul Brother Pete Rock |